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The
grey
-
haired
gentleman
had
roused
himself
,
and
was
preparing
to
withdraw
.
He
answered
in
the
affirmative
.
‘
I
also
!
’
said
the
traveller
.
‘
I
shall
hope
to
have
the
honour
of
offering
my
compliments
in
fairer
scenes
,
and
under
softer
circumstances
,
than
on
this
dismal
mountain
.
’
The
gentleman
bowed
,
distantly
enough
,
and
said
he
was
obliged
to
him
.
‘
We
poor
gentlemen
,
sir
,
’
said
the
traveller
,
pulling
his
moustache
dry
with
his
hand
,
for
he
had
dipped
it
in
the
wine
and
brandy
;
‘
we
poor
gentlemen
do
not
travel
like
princes
,
but
the
courtesies
and
graces
of
life
are
precious
to
us
.
To
your
health
,
sir
!
’
‘
Sir
,
I
thank
you
.
’
‘
To
the
health
of
your
distinguished
family
—
of
the
fair
ladies
,
your
daughters
!
’
‘
Sir
,
I
thank
you
again
,
I
wish
you
good
night
My
dear
,
are
our
—
ha
—
our
people
in
attendance
?
’
‘
They
are
close
by
,
father
.
’
‘
Permit
me
!
’
said
the
traveller
,
rising
and
holding
the
door
open
,
as
the
gentleman
crossed
the
room
towards
it
with
his
arm
drawn
through
his
daughter
’
s
.
‘
Good
repose
!
To
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
once
more
!
To
to
-
morrow
!
’
