Therefore Barnabas uncovered his head and saluted him with grave
politeness.
"Sir," said he, reining in his great horse, "you have not forgotten
me, I hope?"
"No indeed, young sir," answered the Apostle of Peace, with a
dawning smile of welcome. "But you are dressed very differently from
what I remember. The quiet, country youth has become lost, and
transfigured into the dashing Corinthian. What a vast difference
clothes can make in one! And yet your face is the same, your
expression unchanged. London has not altered you yet, and I hope it
never may. No, sir, your face is not one to be forgotten,--indeed it
reminds me of other days."
"But we have only met once before," said Barnabas.
"True! And yet I seem to have known you years ago,--that is what
puzzles me! But come, young sir,--if you have time and inclination
to share a vagrant's breakfast, I can offer you eggs and new milk,
and bread and butter,--simple fare, but more wholesome than your
French ragouts and highly-seasoned dishes."
"You are very kind," said Barnabas, "the ride has made me hungry,
--besides, I should like to talk with you."
"Why, then--light down from that great horse of yours, and join me.
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