I walked up to where he was sitting, and said, “How do you do, Mr. Chillip?”
He was greatly fluttered by this unexpected address from a stranger, and replied, in his slow way, “I thank you, sir, you are very good. Thank you, sir. I hope you are well.”
“You don’t remember me?” said I.
“Well, sir,” returned Mr. Chillip, smiling very meekly, and shaking his head as he surveyed me, “I have a kind of an impression that something in your countenance is familiar to me, sir; but I couldn’t lay my hand upon your name, really.”
“And yet you knew it, long before I knew it myself,” I returned.
“Did I indeed, sir?” said Mr. Chillip. “Is it possible that I had the honor, sir, of officiating when——?”
“Yes,” said I.
“Dear me!” cried Mr. Chillip. “But no doubt you are a good deal changed since then, sir?”
“Probably,” said I.
“Well, sir,” observed Mr. Chillip, “I hope you’ll excuse me, if I am compelled to ask the favor of your name?”