"You like him?" said Harry Rames.
"I think he's a big man," she replied.
Rames, who was standing looking into her mirror, suddenly swung round.
"Shall I tell you why you say that, Cynthia?"
"Yes."
"Because he's the only man except myself who has noticed your likeness to that very pretty girl on the wall of the dining-room. I heard him mention it to you at luncheon."
He burst out into a laugh as he spoke; and in a moment or two Cynthia joined in the laugh. So Harry Rames too had noticed the resemblance. She laughed and her eyes laughed with her lips.
"After all," said Harry Rames, "we get some fun out of it, don't we, Cynthia?"
"Yes," said Cynthia and her laughter died away. "We get some fun out of it, Harry. That's just what we do get"; and her eyes turned away from him to the fire.