"Great Scott! Young Dot-and-carry-One!" he muttered, but so low that no one heard him.

He now advanced a pace or two, and cleared his throat.
"I have certainly had the honour of meeting this young gentleman before," he said, in his most stately manner.

"He was even kind enough to present me with his card, but I fear I did not pay as much attention to the name as it deserved.

It is true, my dear lady, that I am known to Europe under the designation he ascribes to me; but to you I am what I have always been and always shall be--Granville Ogilvie, and your most humble slave." "Is it possible ?" ejaculated Aunt Charlotte faintly.
"You will, no doubt, attribute to its true source the concealment I have exercised towards you respecting my life for the last five-and-twenty years," resumed Mr Ogilvie, with a candid air.

"I was ever the most modest of men, and the modesty which, from a gross and worldly point of view, has always been the most formidable obstacle in my path, prohibited my avowing to you the secret of my profession.
Still, I practised no deceit; indeed, I confessed in the most artless fashion that, in my wanderings--in other words, on tour--I was compelled to assume disguises, and that some of my scenery was magnificent.