Well, he did seem to remember having heard the name, rather the title.

"Yes," said I, "that was by me, so it was." So he must really not be
astonished that I should be desirous of having the little bit of pencil
back again. I valued it far too highly to lose it; why, it was almost as
much to me as a little human creature. For the rest I was honestly
grateful to him for his civility, and I would bear him in mind for it.
Yes, truly, I really would. A promise was a promise; that was the sort of
man I was, and he really deserved it. "Good-bye!" I walked to the door
with the bearing of one who had it in his power to place a man in a high
position, say in the fire-office. The honest pawnbroker bowed twice
profoundly to me as I withdrew. I turned again and repeated my good-bye.

On the stairs I met a woman with a travelling-bag in her hand, who
squeezed diffidently against the wall to make room for me, and I
voluntarily thrust my hand in my pocket for something to give her, and
looked foolish as I found nothing and passed on with my head down. I heard
her knock at the office door; there was an alarm over it, and I recognized
the jingling sound it gave when any one rapped on the door with his
knuckles.

The sun stood in the south; it was about twelve. The whole town began to
get on its legs as it approached the fashionable hour for promenading.
Bowing and laughing folk walked up and down Carl Johann Street. I stuck my
elbows closely to my sides, tried to make myself look small, and slipped
unperceived past some acquaintances who had taken up their stand at the
corner of University Street to gaze at the passers-by. I wandered up
Castle Hill and fell into a reverie.

How gaily and lightly these people I met carried their radiant heads, and