He was all but upon the boy when suddenly his wrinkled face lighted with recognition.
"Mr.Westmacott!" he cried, and there was surprise in his voice.
Richard, conscious that Trenchard must no doubt regard him as a turn-tippet, flushed, and stood aside to give passage to the other.
But Mr.Trenchard was by no means minded to pass.

He clapped a hand on Richard's shoulder.

"Nay," he cried, between laughter and feigned resentment.

"Do you bear me ill-will, lad ?" Richard was somewhat taken aback.

"For what should I bear you ill-will, Mr.Trenchard ?" quoth he.
Trenchard laughed frankly, and so uproariously that his hat over-jauntily cocked was all but shaken from his head.