He just stood with his eyes fixed upon Linforth.
But there was recognition in his eyes, and there was something more.
Linforth recalled something that Violet Oliver had told to him in the garden at Peshawur--"Are you going to marry Linforth ?" That had been Shere Ali's last question when he had parted from her upon the steps of the courtyard of the Fort.

Linforth remembered it now as he looked into Shere Ali's face.

"Here is a man who hates me," he said to himself.

And thus, for the first time since they had dined together in the mess-room at Chatham, the two friends met.
"Surely you have not forgotten me, Shere Ali ?" said Linforth, trying to force his voice in to a note of cheery friendliness.

But the attempt was not very successful.