"No.

Oh! I remember, I said something to that effect the other night, but it was a mistake.

I mixed up two names, as one often does after a lapse of many years." "I understand," I answered, but remembering Anscombe's story I reflected to myself that our venerable host was an excellent liar.

Or more probably he meant to convey that he wished the subject of his youthful reminiscences to be taboo.
Just then we reached the house which had a pretty patch of well-kept flower-garden in front of it, surrounded by a fence covered with wire netting to keep out buck.

By the gate squatted our three retainers, looking very blown and rather ashamed of themselves.
"Your master wishes to thank you for your help in a dark hour, Footsack, and I wish to congratulate you all upon the swiftness of your feet," I said in Dutch.
"Oh! Baas, the Basutos were many and their spears are sharp," he began apologetically.
"Be silent, you running dog," I said, "and go help your master to dismount." Then we went through the gate, Anscombe leaning on my shoulder and on that of Mr.Marnham, and up the path which was bordered with fences of the monthly rose, towards the house.