Again his mustache had disappeared, as had my hat and coat and the old suit of clothes, and how that blue monocle and the new attire and the smooth upper lip had changed the whole effect of Muggs! Evidently the man was prosperous and entering a new career. How does it happen that he has come in my way again, I asked myself, and then I remembered that he knew that I was to be there. What was I to expect now?—violence or——
He smiled.
“Charming day, isn't it?” he said, in his most agreeable tone.
He had neatly and deliberately removed his monocle as he spoke.
“Very! I suppose that stained-glass window of yours is a memorial to Wilton?”
He only smiled.
“As a European you're a great success,” I went on.