“Well, sir,” returned Mr. Chillip, smiling very meekly, and shaking his head as he surveyed me, “I have a kind of an impression that something in your countenance is familiar to me, sir; but I couldn’t lay my hand upon your name, really.”

“And yet you knew it, long before I knew it myself,” I returned.

“Did I indeed, sir?” said Mr. Chillip. “Is it possible that I had the honour, sir, of officiating when⁠—?”

“Yes,” said I.

“Dear me!” cried Mr. Chillip. “But no doubt you are a good deal changed since then, sir?”

“Probably,” said I.