A gentleman, waiting for his bill, had risen in the next low box, and stood calmly (as if he had done all his duty to himself) gazing over the wooden back at me, who thus sat facing him.

And Major Hockin, following my glance, stood up and turned round to see to it.
"What! Cousin Montague! Bless my heart, who could have dreamed of lighting on you here?
Come in, my dear follow; there is plenty of room.

Let me introduce you to my new ward, Miss Erema Castlewood.

Miss Castlewood, this is Sir Montague Hockin, the son of my lamented first cousin Sir Rufus, of whom you have heard so much.

Well, to be sure! I have not seen you for an age.