“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Home,” said the other.
And Samuel started. “Do you live here?” he gasped.
“Yes,” was the reply.
Samuel stared at the familiar driveway with the stately elms, and the lawns with the peacocks and lyre birds. “This is one of the places where I asked for work,” he said. “They ordered me out.”
“The deuce they did!” exclaimed the other. “Well, they won't order you out now.”
There was a pause. “You haven't told me your name,” put in Samuel suddenly.
“I thought you'd guess,” said the other with a laugh.
“How could I?”
“Why—don't you know what place this is?”