“No.”
“Ever been?”
“No.”
“Then you can’t imagine what it is to have been engaged and nearly married—and then to find yourself free again. Everything associated with the minute comes to be imprinted on your memory. That’s why I’ve thought of it, though I didn’t for the minute recognize you as the man.”
“And now that you have recognized me—”
“I hope you’ll do as I asked you before, and come and see us again.” She added, as she was about to turn away, “How’s Annette?”
I had been puzzled hitherto; I was now bewildered.
“You mean Annette Van Elstine? Did you know she was my cousin?”
“Of course! Didn’t she bring you?”
“Bring me?” I stammered. “Bring me—where?”