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Breton ; we both smiled, and, of course, I pre- 

 sumed we smiled for the sanie reason. 



I happen to^ know, and unluckily did it happen, 

 the very minute of the hour when we left 

 Blocksby's. It was a quarter to four o'clock — a 

 church-tower was chiming the three-quarters in 

 the Strand, and I looked half mechanically at 

 my own watch, which was five minutes fast. On 

 Sunday I went down to Oxford, and happened 

 to walk into Allen's rooms. He was lying on 

 a sofa reading the ' Spectator.' After chatting a 

 little, I said, 'You took no notice of me, nor 

 of the Bretons yesterday, Allen, at Blocksby's.' 



' I didn't see you,' he said ; and as he was 

 speaking there came a knock at the door. 



' Come in ! ' cried Allen, and a man entered 

 who was a stranger to me. You would not have 

 called him a gentleman perhaps. However, I 

 admit that I am possibly no great judge of a 

 gentleman. 



Allen looked up. 



' Hullo, Mr. Thomas,' he said, ' have you come 

 up to see Mr. Mortby ? ' mentioning a well-known 



