The physician looked up, and said, abstractedly, "Good day." He frequently acknowledged a salute from persons whose names he could not at the moment recall.
"You do not remember me," said Mr. Moss, with a smile.
"You will pardon me," said Dr. Spenlove, searching his memory; "I have an unfortunate failing----"
"Of forgetting faces," said Mr. Moss, with a smile. "It is very stupid of me."
"Not at all; one can't help it. Besides, it is so long since we met--over twenty years."
"In London?"
"No; in Portsmouth, the night before you left. We had an adventure together----"
"You quicken my memory. How do you do, Mr. Moss?"
They shook hands.
"Very well, thank you, and happy to see you again. I have heard a great deal of you, doctor; you are at the top of the ladder now. It is strange, after the lapse of years, that we should meet in this house."