"I did know him," Diane answered, with a trace of hesitation.
"You knew him well?"
"Not exactly; it was different from—well."
"Different? How? Did you meet him often?"
"Never often; but when we did meet—"
The possibilities implied in Diane's pause induced Mrs. Eveleth to turn in her chair and look at her.
"You've never told me about that."
"There wasn't much to tell. Don't you know what it is to have met, just a few times in your life, some one who leaves behind a memory out of proportion to the degree of the acquaintance? It was something like that with this Mr. Pruyn."
"Where was it? In Paris?"
"I met him first in Ireland. He was staying with some friends of ours the last year mamma and I lived at Kilrowan. What I remember about him was that he seemed so young to be a widower—scarcely more than a boy."