The old gentleman's look of grave expectancy told his want of enlightening.
"I fear you do not remember me, Mr. Ringgan," said the foremost of the two, coming up to him, "my name is Rossitur Charlton Rossitur a cousin of your little granddaughter. I have only"
"O, I know you now!" said Mr. Ringgan, rising and grasping his hand heartily, "you are very welcome, Sir. How do you do? I recollect you perfectly, but you took me by surprise. How do you do, Sir? Sit down sit down."
And the old gentleman had extended his frank welcome to the second of his visitors, almost before the first had time to utter,
"My friend, Mr. Carleton."
"I couldn't imagine what was coming upon me, "said Mr. Ringgan, cheerfully, "for you weren't anywhere very near my thoughts; and I don't often see much of the gay world that is passing by me. You have grown since I saw you last, Mr. Rossitur. You are studying at West Point, I believe."
"No, Sir; I was studying there, but I had the pleasure of bringing that to an end last June."
"Ah! Well, what are you now? not a cadet any longer, I suppose."
"No, Sir; we hatch out of that shell lieutenants."
"Hum; and do you intend to remain in the army?"