"Several years ago."
"Several years ago?" incredulously.
"Exactly. Have you ever seen me before?"
"No. But it was a little less than two years ago when you were here."
"It is scarcely polite," said I, "to question the veracity of a man you never saw before and of whom you know positively nothing." Suddenly my head began to throb again and I grew dizzy. "You hit me rather soundly with that pistol. Still, your eye ought to be a recompense."
He replied with a scowl.
"Perhaps your name is ———"
"Winthrop, John Winthrop, if that will throw any light on the subject."'
"One name is as good as another," with a smile of unbelief.
"That is true. What's in a name? There is little difference, after all, between the names of the nobility and the rabble."