He was always seen, therefore, conversing or dancing, or listening to music--or he was not seen at all.
In exchanging a few words with a Colonel D----, a noted roue and gamester, he observed, gazing on him very intently--and as Percy thought, very rudely--an old gentleman in a dress of the last century.
Turn where he would, Godolphin could not rid himself of the gaze; so at length he met it with a look of equal scrutiny and courage.

The old gentleman slowly approached.

"Percy Godolphin, I think ?" said he.
"That is _my_ name, sir," replied Percy.

"Yours----" "No matter! Yet stay! you shall know it.

I am Henry Johnstone--old Harry Johnstone.