The Duke advanced, looking at him enquiringly.

A young man, very obviously a soldier in mufti, was hovering in the background.
"I must plead guilty to the surprise," the Duke confessed courteously.
"There is something exceedingly familiar about your face, sir, but I cannot remember having had the privilege of meeting you." "You see," Caroline observed, "I am not the only one, Everard, who did not accept you upon a glance.

This is Everard Dominey, Henry, returned from foreign exile and regenerated in every sense of the word." "How do you do ?" Dominey said, holding out his hand.

"I seem to be rather a surprise to every one, but I hope you haven't quite forgotten me." "God bless my soul!" the Duke exclaimed.

"You don't mean to say that you're really Everard Dominey ?" "I am he, beyond a doubt," was the calm assurance.
"Most amazing!" the Duke declared, as he shook hands.