An elderly man, broad-shouldered, with weather-beaten face, grey hair, and of somewhat serious aspect, looked around from the window before which he was standing examining a case of fishing flies.
"Uncle, I have brought an old friend in to see you," his nephew announced.
The doctor glanced expectantly at Dominey, half moved forward as though to greet him, then checked himself and shook his head doubtfully.
"You certainly remind me very much of an old friend, sir," he said, "but I can see now that you are not he.

I do not believe that I have ever seen you before in my life." There was a moment's somewhat tense silence.

Then Dominey advanced a little stiffly and held out his hand.
"Come, Doctor," he said.

"I can scarcely have changed as much as all that.

Even these years of strenuous life--" "You mean to tell me that I am speaking to Everard Dominey ?" the doctor interposed.
"Without a doubt!" The doctor shook hands coolly.