"I now recollect where I met you, friend," he remarked.

"It was at Saint Paul's, when I was in search of my master's daughter, who had been carried off by the Earl of Rochester.
But you were then in the garb of a smith." "I recollect the circumstance, too, now you remind me of it," replied the other.

"Your name is Leonard Holt as surely as mine is Robert Rainbird.

I recollect, also, that you offended me about a dog belonging to the piper's pretty daughter, Nizza Macascree, which I was about to destroy in obedience to the Lord Mayor's commands.

However, I bear no malice, and if I did, this is not a time to rip up old quarrels." "You are right, friend," returned Leonard.