"Did you notice, Olive, that he refused to partake of any form of refreshment?" said John Castlemaine to his daughter, after Sprague and Ricordo had gone.
"Yes," said Olive; "but then I am told that people from the East seldom drink spirits. I am sorry you asked him."
"He's a remarkable kind of man."
"Yes."
"Do I know whom you are thinking of, Olive?"
She nodded her head.
"He reminds me of him, too. Sometimes I fancied I heard him speaking. Still, that is of course pure fancy. Olive, when are you going to forget him?"
"I don't know."
"I was hoping that he had passed out of your life."
"I thought he had, but that man's story seemed to bring everything back."