I have a good memory for faces, and yours is familiar." "I have never seen you until to-day," said Weston.

"I don't remember your name, either." "The curious thing," persisted Kinnaird, "is that while I can't quite locate you I am almost sure I am right.

What makes me feel more certain is that, though you were younger then, you have grown into the man I should have expected you to." Then he laughed.

"Anyway, it's clear that you don't remember me." He turned to the others, and Miss Kinnaird asked for more coffee, after which Weston, who brought it, sat still again to wait until he could take away the plates.

It was evident that his presence placed no restraint on the conversation.