His face was pale, his mouth sensitive, his smile almost womanly in its sweetness.

His clothes, and a general air of abstraction, seemed rather to indicate the clerical profession.

His forehead, however, disclosed as he lifted his hat, was the forehead of a scholar.
"I am very proud to make your acquaintance again, Professor," Quest said.
"Glad to know, too, that you hadn't quite forgotten me." "My dear sir," the Professor declared, as he released the other's hand with seeming reluctance, "I have thought about you many times.

Your doings have always been of interest to me.

Though I have been lost to the world of civilisation for so long, I have correspondents here in New York to keep me in touch with all that is interesting.