Down on the promenades by the lakes, one may see people from "every nation under heaven" nearly.

By the way, who do you think I met, day before yesterday?
Why, our would-be gallant ship-board friend.

Strange to say, he was sober, and more strange, he appeared pleased to see me.

He wanted to take me to all kinds of places, and treat me to all kinds of good things; but further, strange( ?) to relate, I shook him for the company of a few native saints, for there was a meeting that evening which I attended.

I had to speak too, in English, of course, with one of the missionaries interpreting.