know now," I declared brightly; "it was at a place just this side of
London that I saw you first."

"First?" he asked.

"Oh yes," said I. "I have seen you more than once. Surely you haven't
forgotten that time at Watford?"

He felt that I had the advantage of him. "When was that?" he asked.

"Not very long after the first time; and the next occasion I remember
seeing you was at a place called--called--something beginning with a
B."

He was quite unable to cope with the situation.

"And the next time," I continued, "I happened to be passing through
that town where the school is--you know, Rugby. I distinctly recollect
noticing then that you hadn't changed in the least since I last saw
you."

He couldn't decide whether to be more flattered at my remembering or
more annoyed at his own forgetting.

"Come, come," I exclaimed, "you surely cannot have forgotten that
little chat we had at Coventry?"

"Coventry?" he asked. "But how long ago was that?"

"Quite recently," I asserted.