Miss Lee, very good-naturedly assisted me in restoring the prints to their place, then looking earnestly in my face for a few seconds, she said--"Surely, I am not deceived--you are the gentleman who rescued me from that frightful situation in Oxford Street." "The same," said I, with a smile.
"How delighted I am to meet you once more," she exclaimed, giving me her hand, and warmly shaking mine; "I was afraid that I should never see you again.

And your name--you must tell me your name." "Geoffrey Moncton.

But, Miss Lee, do not distress me by thinking so much of a trifling service, which gave me so much pleasure." "Trifling! do you call it?
Sir, you saved my life, and I never can forget the debt of gratitude I owe you.

Aunt," turning to Mrs.Hepburn, "do you remember this gentleman?
How often we have talked that adventure over, and wondered who my preserver was.

It is such a pleasure to see him here." The old lady, though not quite so eloquent as her niece, was kind enough in her way.