The things we do!

The
spectacles advanced; Mr. Newcome fell back with a peevish exclamation of
"Confound the fellow, what is he coming to speak to me for?" He did not
choose to be addressed by all sorts of persons in all houses.
But he of the spectacles, with an expression of delight in his pale blue
eyes, and smiles dimpling his countenance, pressed onwards with
outstretched hands, and it was towards the Colonel he turned these smiles
and friendly salutations. "Did I hear aright, sir, from Mrs. Miles," he
said, "and have I the honour of speaking to Colonel Newcome?"
"The same, sir," says the Colonel; at which the other, tearing off a
glove of lavender-coloured kid, uttered the words, "Charles Honeyman,"
and seized the hand of his brother-in-law. "My poor sister's husband," he
continued; "my own benefactor; Clive's father. How strange are these
meetings in the mighty world! How I rejoice to see you, and know you!"
"You are Charles, are you?" cries the other. "I am very glad, indeed, to
shake you by the hand, Honeyman.


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