Recognition, as far as he was concerned, was impossible.
"You choose a strange time, sir," said he, "for coming here with this story, when the heir and his guardians are both away." "I supposed my brother was here," said Ratman.

"In any case he knows who I am; so does your friend the tutor, Dr Brandram." "Oh, why _do_ you stop talking to that hateful man instead of coming, and enjoying the party ?" pleaded Jill.
"Ah, my little lady, is that you ?" said Ratman advancing.
But his passage was intercepted by the doctor.
"Gently, my friend," said he.

"Now that you have relieved yourself of your pretty story, let me suggest that the easiest way out of this house is by the door." "Who are you, sir ?" blustered Ratman.
Dr Brandram laughed.
"I must have changed in twenty years as much as you," said he.
"I am not going to ask _your_ leave to be in my father's house." "I am not going to ask your leave to put you out of it." Tom's spirits rose.

There seemed every promise of an unrehearsed entertainment for the delectation of his guests.
"I caution you, sir." "I will take all responsibility," said the doctor.

"Anything more you have to say can just as well be said in Mr Pottinger's office to-morrow morning as here." "Thank you, sir," said Mr Ratman, with a snarl.