“And, besides, even if I did meet her, how could I ever know her?”
“How could you help it?” she queried, smiling into his face which seemed to her, that afternoon, to be curiously boyish and likable.
“But I have no idea how she looked.”
“You would know her voice.”
“Oh, no. I notice voices; but I rarely remember them.”
“But her name?”
“It is of no use, just Nancy Howard. Such a commonplace sort of name as that is no clue. Why, you may be a Nancy Howard, yourself, for anything I know to the contrary.”
Nancy laughed, as she rose.
“I might also be your nurse,” she suggested. “Stranger things than that have happened, even in my experience, Mr. Barth. However, when you do meet your Nancy Howard, I hope you will tell her that you liked her.”
The young fellow looked up at her a little eagerly.