of great
impersonal
cordiality,with
"How do
you
do?When
did you
come?"and
other
questions
that had
no concern
in
them,till
I began to
dawn upon
him
through a
cloud of
other half
remembered
faces.Then
he seized
my hand
and wrung
it all
over
again,and
repeated
his
friendly
demands
with an
intonation
that was
now
"Why,how
are
you;how
are
you?"for
me alone.
It was a
bit of
comedy,which
had the
fit
pathetic
relief of
his
