"My poor sister's husband," he continued; "my own benefactor; Clive's father.

How strange are these meetings in the mighty world! How I rejoice to see you, and know you!" "You are Charles, are you ?" cries the other.

"I am very glad, indeed, to shake you by the hand, Honeyman.

Clive and I should have beat up your quarters to-day, but we were busy until dinnertime.

You put me in mind of poor Emma, Charles," he added, sadly.