For a moment he failed to recognize Burton.
There was very little likeness between the pale, contemptuous young man with the dreamy eyes, who had sat opposite to him at the professor's dinner table a few nights ago, and this flushed young man who had just attracted his attention, and who had evidently been lunching exceedingly well.

It was part of his business, however, to remember faces, and his natural aptitude came to his assistance.
"How do you do, Mr.Burton ?" he said.

"Glad to meet you again.
Spending some of the Menatogen profits, eh ?" "Friend of mine here--Mr.Waddington," Burton explained.

"Mr.Cowper knows all about him.

He owns the rest of the beans, you know." Mr.Bunsome was at once interested.
"I'm delighted to meet you, Mr.Waddington!" he declared, holding out his hand.