GROSVENOR—Oh, Patience, you will break my heart. Don't you know me?
PATIENCE—No, although I have seen people dressed like you before, I do not think that would entitle me to say I knew you.
GROSVENOR—Don't you remember your little playfellow, Archibald? He who used to take you to excursions by the Chicago & Alton to St. Louis?
PATIENCE—Can it be—why, yes, it must be Archibald. I am glad to see you. The remembrance of those visits to St. Louis is still fresh in my memory. So fresh that it is not at all necessary for me to go there again to renew them. But you are changed.
GROSVENOR—I am somewhat taller than when I first knew you; remember that it is nigh on to thir-r-ty years since first we met by the village stream. Ah, Patience, the time has passed lightly enough on me, but with you it is very different.