Baxter raised his head, and I noticed that he seemed to have grown many years older.
"I fear you have done me an ill service, sir," he said. "Unintentionally, of course!" he hastened to add.
"In what way?"
"I cannot accept the Council's invitation."
"Why not? I'll have you fit and well by Saturday."
"It's not that, sir. I cannot do it."
"Why not?"
"Because—because I happen to be an impostor!"
"Oh, come! You must not take things too much to heart. A man can be a sound scholar without knowing very much about Greek or German."
"It's not that, sir."