'Oh! it is Langdale. Did you not know that night?'
'No; but since I came here things I have heard of you made me believe that Dr. Langdale and you were one and the same.'
He laughed with beaming eyes at this division of his individuality.
'Well, I knew you were Miss Stella; and now, I suppose, I may add to that, Courtland? This is another stroke of good luck—not so fleeting, I hope, as the first. By the way, should I not ask whether you have got over the fatigues of the ball?'
'Oh yes! This is the day after.'
'Only, I suppose, you would say it was one of the thirty-six tragic situations of life that one can never really make believe?'
'You still remember our little debate?'
'Surely. Tell me, do you still think of the "Kritik of Pure Reason" when the hair-dresser comes before you are going to a ball?'
She laughed merrily, and then said seriously:
'Do you know, I haven't been to any ball half so nice since.'