Their eyes met, and the lantern was immediately held aloft.
"It is Major Gaydon." Gaydon had to make the best of the business.

He bowed.
"Mr.Whittington, I think." "Sir," said Whittington, politely, "I am honoured by your memory.

For myself, I never forget a face though I see it but for a moment between the light and the dark, but I do not expect the like from my acquaintances.

We did meet, I believe, in Paris?
You are of Dillon's regiment ?" "And on leave in Rome," said Gaydon, a trifle hastily.
"On leave ?" said Whittington, idly.

"Well, so far as towns go, Rome is as good as another, though, to tell the truth, I find them all quite unendurable.