"That is not all, Pamela. I can't help thinking--it is absurd, of course--and yet, I don't know; but the little stout man reminded me very much of some one we both know."
Pamela turned suddenly towards her husband--
"Mr. Mudge?" she said.
"Yes," replied Warrisden, with some astonishment at the accuracy of her guess. "He reminded me of Mudge."
"It was Mr. Mudge," she said. For a moment or two she was silent; then she let her hand fall upon her husband's: "He was a very good friend to us," she said gently--"to all of us."
FOOTNOTE:
[Footnote 1]: "Take care!"