"Good Lord!"
"You seem surprised."
"It's nothing!" muttered George. "At least, you—I mean to say . . . It's only that there's a curious resemblance between you and one of your gardeners at the castle. I—I daresay you have noticed it yourself."
"My hobby is gardening."
Light broke upon George. "Then was it really you—?"
"It was!"
George sat down. "This opens up a new line of thought!" he said.
Lord Marshmoreton remained standing. He shook his head sternly.
"It won't do, Mr. . . . I have never heard your name."
"Bevan," replied George, rather relieved at being able to remember it in the midst of his mental turmoil.