Later, at the inn I was shown to a small table, where sat already a young Englishman in evening dress, at his dinner.

As I sat down opposite him, I bowed, and he returned it.

Presently we were talking.

When I said that I was stopping expressly to see the cathedral, and how like a trance it was to find a scene so utterly English full of New Zealanders lying all about, he looked puzzled.

It was at this, or immediately after this, that I explained to him my nationality.
"I shouldn't have known it," he remarked, after an instant's pause.
I pressed him for his reason, which he gave; somewhat reluctantly, I think, but with excellent good-will.