Having an appointment late this evening to fit a pair of specs of another variety than you have seen me display, I will bid you good-evening.

If I do not see you again in reality, I shall many times smile at you ladies with my eyes and my heart, and, should you at such times chance to be wearing the magic specs, you will see the smile and recall the smiler." "Won't you shake hands ?" asked Miss Briggs.
"Thank you.

I have said my good-byes." "At least, Mr.Long, before you leave us, please tell us who and what you are," urged Nora.
"With pleasure.

I am Jeremiah Long, the Mystery Man, and spectacles is my line.

All hay is grass and grass is hay.