“I must have seen you; I am sure I have heard that voice. Oh, I remember, you saved the life of an old woman, who would have been trampled to death by a span of fractious horses. Do you not remember it?”
“Yes, but how do you know that I was the one?”
“I was told that it was Miss Elsworth, the authoress.”
“I remember; you are the gentleman who came to my rescue. I never forget a face I have once seen.”
“You are fortunate, as a retentive memory is often very useful.”
“I have found it so in many cases, for my acquaintance has been so brief with very many whom I have met 295 that I might have forgotten my old friends had not their faces been stamped upon my memory.”
“Your home is not in the city, I believe.”
“My home is anywhere. For a quiet place, in which to do my work I made a home of an old, almost ruined house at Roxbury, but there has been such a sad scene enacted there that I am glad to leave the place.”
“A death?”
“Yes, two at the same hour.”