One of the men had called to him, an elderly man with a bald forehead, a grizzled moustache, and a shrewd kindly face.
"I remember you, though you can't say as much of me," he said.

"I came down to Chatham a year ago and dined at your mess as the guest of your Colonel." Linforth came forward with a smile of recognition.
"I beg your pardon for not recognising you at once.

I remember you, of course, quite well," he said.
"Who am I, then ?" "Sir John Casson, late Lieutenant-Governor of the United Provinces," said Linforth promptly.
"And now nothing but a bore at my club," replied Sir John cheerfully.

"We were motoring through to Grenoble, but the car has broken down.

You are mountain-climbing, I suppose.