“Exactly—yes,” said Gray, quite mechanically, for his senses were in a complete whirl.
“You see that’s worth looking after,” said the man.
“Yes.—Good evening—good evening,” said Gray, and he tried to pass on.
“Are you going my way?” said the man.
“Which is your way?”
“Oh—why, really I ain’t at all particular, and I’ll walk with you, if I am not intruding upon you?“
“I am going home,” said Gray.
“Good evening—I live just here.”
“You haven’t lost your way?”
“No—no—this place is quite familiar to me—I have known it long.”