Recently walking near his home at Shepherd's Bush, London, he was accosted by some one saying,
"Good evening, sir."
"It is a good evening, if all your sins are forgiven," was the rejoinder.
"Yes, and I am glad you are still at it," replied the stranger.
"Still at what?"
"Telling fortunes."
"That is not my line."
"Well, you told mine more than ten years ago."
"I think you are mistaken," said my friend.
"No; any one who has once seen you can never mistake you."