He walked slowly past him, but the man did not move--not recognizing him, in the slightest degree, in his present attire.
Then Stanley turned and faced him.
"So you don't know me, Meinik." The Burman gave a start of surprise.
"Certainly I did not know you, my lord," he said.

"Who could have known you?
Before you were a poor Burmese peasant, now you are an English lord." "Not a lord at all, Meinik.

I am simply an English officer, and dressed very much the same as I was when your people knocked me on the head, at Ramoo." "I know your voice," Meinik said; "but even now that I know it is you, I hardly recognize your face.

Of course, the tattoo marks made a great difference, but that is not all." "I think it is the hair that has made most difference, Meinik.

You see, it was all pulled off the brow and neck, before; and it will be some time before it will grow naturally again.