“I beg your pardon: is your name Cary?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Can this be John Cary of Birdwood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t you remember Anson Rockfield?”
“Why, Rockfield, my old college-mate!” exclaimed the Doctor. The two men grasped each other’s hands with a warmth which drew to them the attention and interest of the whole car. “Rockfield, you see I am still quoting Plutarch,” said the Doctor.
“And still practising his principles,” said the Senator, smiling, as he presented him to his wife.
“My dear, this is the man to whom you are indebted for whatever is good in me. But for him I should have gone to the d—l years before you knew me.”
“He gives me far too much credit, madam, and himself far too little,” said the Doctor. “I am sure that ever to have been able to win the prizes he has won he must have been always worthy, as worthy as a man can be of a woman.” He bowed low to Mrs. Rockfield.