So I made up to him boldly.
"Will you show me the way to Hawk Street, please ?" I said, as I came up.
He turned round suddenly as I spoke.

Was it possible?
Here, in London, where one might as soon expect to meet a body one knows as meet the man in the moon! It was my friend Smith! "Jack!" I exclaimed.
"Fred!" exclaimed Smith, seizing my hand.
There was no doubt about it, and no doubt about all my foolish suspicions as to his having forgotten me or ceased to care for me being groundless.

His solemn face lit up almost to a look of jubilation as he grasped my hand and said, "Why, Fred, old man, whatever are you doing here ?" "What are _you_ doing ?" cried I.

"Who ever would have thought of running up against you in this place?
But I say," said I, suddenly remembering the time.

"I have got to be in Hawk Street in two minutes, Jack.