Did you know him then?
I expect he'll recollect you, you know." "I do not think," said Miss Stringer, with a very ruffled countenance, "that your grandfather and I ever met." "Oh, I don't know.

He recollects most of the old people down here, you know.

I say, there's Parson beckoning; he's my chum, you know.

I expect he wants me to help with some of the things." And so saying off he went, leaving Miss Stringer, so to speak, fairly doubled up, and in a state of mind which may be more easily imagined than described.
Every one observed how singularly silent and retiring Miss Stringer was all that evening.

Some attributed it to the heat of the room, others feared she might not be well, others guessed she found the Browns' entertainment very slow; but no one, least of all Telson himself, had a suspicion of the true reason.
That young gentleman and his ally, after finding out that there was not much chance of their services being required to "look after the things"-- the greengrocer being quite able to deal with the business single-handed--found themselves once more stranded in the drawing-room, and gradually getting edged back by the skirts, when an unlooked-for distinction rescued them from their perilous situation.
The distinction was none other than a sign of recognition from the doctor and a friendly signal to approach.
Like a pair of small well-trained circus ponies the two friends obeyed the summons and climbed over the intervening skirts.
"Well, Telson and Parson," said the doctor, shaking hands, "I'd no idea you were here--how are you ?" "We got a captain's permit.