'Were we at Ryeburn together ?' "'Yes,' said the dying man.

'My--my name is Sawyer--Philip Sawyer--but you only knew my surname, of course.' "Jack understood it all.

Even before the name was mentioned, the slight nervous stammer, the faint peculiarity of accent, had recalled to his memory the poor young junior master, whose short, apparently unsuccessful, Ryeburn career had left its mark on the lives of others besides his own.
"_Jack_ understood--not so the sick man.

He was surprised and almost bewildered by the eagerness with which his visitor received his announcement.
"'Sawyer, Mr.Sawyer!' he exclaimed.

'You cannot imagine how glad I am to see you again.