"Ah, yes, because of what?" echoed Lesley.
"Mr. Milton says——"
"I read what he said. But his photograph is in the paper."
"What has that got to do with it?"
"Nothing, unless one's interested in physiognomy."
"I don't know anything about physiognomy," said Mrs. Loveland.
"Neither do I," said Lesley, "except what I was born knowing."
"Well, dear, I don't think I'd talk to any of our friends about having met this dreadful impostor," Aunt Barbara suggested, gently. "People might fancy, if you did, that there'd been—oh, some little shipboard flirtation, perhaps, nothing serious, of course, but——"
"So they might," admitted the girl. "I didn't think at the time, myself, that it was anything serious."
"I should hope not!" breathed Aunt Barbara. "A valet!"