CHAPTER XXII.
DOUBTS Mr.Bomford in his town clothes was a strikingly adequate reflection of the fashion of the times.

From the tips of his patent boots, his neatly tied black satin tie, his waistcoat with its immaculate white slip, to his glossy silk hat, he was an entirely satisfactory reproduction.

The caretaker who admitted him to Burton's rooms sighed as she let him in.
He represented exactly her ideal of a gentleman.
"Mr.Burton and the little boy are both in the sitting-room, sir," she announced, opening the door.

"A gentleman to see you, sir." Burton looked up from his writing-table for a moment somewhat vaguely.
Mr.Bomford, who had withdrawn his glove, held out his hand.
"I trust, Mr.Burton, that you have not entirely forgotten me," he said.

"I had the pleasure of dining with you a short time ago at Professor Cowper's.