Met you once or twice last time you were in London.

I wish I could say that I was glad to see you here again." Mr.Sabin's forehead lost its wrinkle.

He knew where he was now.
"Sit down, Lord Robert," he begged.

"I do not remember you, it is true, but I am getting an old man.

My memory sometimes plays me strange tricks." The young man looked at Mr.Sabin and laughed softly.