"Did I!" said Charles, absently, beckoning to some lobster salad which was passing. "Have some? Do, Middleton. We can but die once. You won't? Well I will. Have you often seen Carr act before?"
"Never," I said. "I never met him till I came on board the Bosphorus at——"
"Indeed! Oh! I fancied you were quite old friends."
"We made great friends on the steamer."
"Did you see much of him in London?" he asked, filling up his glass and mine.
"Not much, naturally," I said, laughing. "I was in London only two nights."
"Ah! I forgot. Very good of you, I am sure, to come down here so soon after your arrival. You would hardly have seen him at all since you landed, then?"
"Carr? Yes," I replied, thinking Charles's talk was becoming very vague; though when I rallied him about it next day he assured me it had been very much to the point indeed. "We dined and went to the play together, and had rather a nasty accident into the bargain on our way home."
"What kind of accident?"
I told him the particulars, which seemed to interest him very much.