"Came over in the Germanic, ten days ago. It is you, then; I saw 'George Heriot' in the Visitors' List, and strolled round on the chance. I scarcely hoped—— How are you, old man? I'm mighty glad to see you—fact!"
"You've been here ten days?"
"Not here, no; I've only been in Eastbourne a few hours."
"You should have looked me up in town."
"I tried. Your chambers were shut."
"The hall-porter at the Club——"
"What club? You forget what an exile I am!"
"Have a drink? Well, upon my word, this is very jolly! Sit down; try one of these."
"Would you have recognised me?" asked Cheriton, stretching his legs, and lighting the cigar.
"You've changed," admitted Heriot; "it's a long time. I've changed too."