Verty nodded.
"You don't recognize me," said the young man.
"I believe not," replied Verty.
"Well, that's all right; and it would be strange if you did," the young man went on in his careless voice; "we have never met, I think, and, faith! all I recognize about you is my coat."
"Your coat?"
"Coat, did I say?—worse than that! I recognize my knee-breeches, my stockings, my chapeau, my waistcoat!"
And the new-comer burst into a careless laugh.
Verty shook his head.
"They are mine, sir," he said.
"You are mistaken."