You sat at the train at Saturday, January 11, 1890, across you there was there was a fine gentleman reading the newspaper, he kept different parts of the huge old newspaper, he was clearly bored

he stole a few glances of you and the gained the courage to speak to you, he cleared his throat, smiles, and opened his mouth

“…Excuse me..So sorry, I do beg your pardon…what is your name..?”

“You do have a rather…intelligent face..”

he said not wanting to seem rude or disrespectful