“All right, Mr. Morning.”
The professor turned at the sound of the name, and, looking his neighbor in the face, exclaimed:—
“David Morning, have you altogether forgotten an old friend? True, it is nearly ten years since I saw you last, in Denver, but surely I have not changed so very much since then?”
“Forgotten you, Professor Thornton?” replied the party addressed, as he shook hands warmly, “forgotten you? no, indeed. I do not need to ask if you are well—and your wife and daughter? Are they both with you?”
“Both are in Boston, and well, thank you. Do you remain long in Chicago?”
“I leave to-night for the West. Pray convey to your family my remembrances and regards.”
“I will not fail to do so.”
“The crowd seems to be going, professor; I suppose we must say good-by.”
“Good-by, then, and a pleasant journey to you.”