And then--" He broke off suddenly.

His gesture was almost dramatic.
"I am forgotten!" he cried, holding out his hand to Hunterleys,--"forgotten already! Sir Henry, there are many who forget me as a humble Minister of my master, but there are few who forget me physically.

I am Selingman.

We met in Berlin, six years ago.

You came with your great Foreign Secretary." "I remember you perfectly," Hunterleys assured him, as he submitted to the newcomer's vigorous handshake.