I tried to think. They had told me lots of things at Cambridge, but I couldn't remember any talk about A. E. Barrett.
"I should have thought every one would have noticed it," he said.
I had something graceful for him this time all right.
"Probably," I said, "those who were unfortunate enough to know me had not the honour of knowing A. E. Barrett."
"But everybody knew A. E. Barrett. You've heard of him, of course?"
The dreadful moment had arrived. I knew it would.
"Of course," I said.
"Very brainy," I agreed.
"Well, just ask any of your artist friends if they don't notice the likeness. The nose, the eyes, the expression—wonderful! But I must be going. Perhaps I shall see you here again some day. Good afternoon"; and he raised his hat and left me.