He turned half round, and beside him stood our honest friend Touchwood, his throat muffled in his large Indian handkerchief, huge gouty shoes thrust upon his feet, his bobwig well powdered, and the gold-headed cane in his hand, carried upright as a sergeant's halberd.
One glance of contemptuous survey entitled Jekyl, according to his modish ideas, to rank the old gentleman as a regular-built quiz, and to treat him as the young gentlemen of his Majesty's Guards think themselves entitled to use every unfashionable variety of the human species.

A slight inclination of a bow, and a very cold "You have the advantage of me, sir," dropped as it were unconsciously from his tongue, were meant to repress the old gentleman's advances, and moderate his ambition to be hail fellow well met with his betters.

But Mr.Touchwood was callous to the intended rebuke; he had lived too much at large upon the world, and was far too confident of his own merits, to take a repulse easily, or to permit his modesty to interfere with any purpose which he had formed.
"Advantage of you, sir ?" he replied; "I have lived too long in the world not to keep all the advantages I have, and get all I can--and I reckon it one that I have overtaken you, and shall have the pleasure of your company to the Well." "I should but interrupt your worthier meditations, sir," said the other; "besides, I am a modest young man, and think myself fit for no better company than my own--moreover, I walk slow--very slow .-- Good morning to you, Mr.A--A--I believe my treacherous memory has let slip your name, sir." "My name!--Why your memory must have been like Pat Murtough's greyhound, that let the hare go before he caught it.

You never heard my name in your life.

Touchwood is my name.