_Had_ he ever seen him before?
There was nothing remarkable about the face except its peculiarly gentle and placid expression--yet it was a face of considerable resolution as well, and there were lines about the mouth which told of endurance and fortitude, almost contradicting the wistfulness of the boyish-looking blue eyes.
Jack grew more and more puzzled.

_Something_ seemed familiar to him, yet---- "'How good, how very good of you to come.

Do you remember me, Berkeley ?' said the invalid, feebly stretching out a thin hand, which Jack instinctively took and held gently in his own strong grasp.
"Jack hesitated.

A look of disappointment overspread the pale face.
"'I am afraid you don't know me.

Perhaps you would not have come if you had understood who it was.' "'I did not hear your name,' said Jack, very gently, 'but, of course, hearing you wished to see me----' he hesitated.