"It is strange, Mademoiselle Fouchette," observed Mlle. Remy; "could I have met you before?"
"I think not, mademoiselle. One meets people on the boulevards——"
"No, I don't mean that,—a long time ago, somewhere,—not in Paris."
Mlle. Remy was trying to think.
"Perhaps you confuse me with somebody else, mademoiselle."
"Scarcely, since I do not remember seeing anybody who resembled you. No, it is not that, surely."
"One often fancies——"
"But my brother Henri thought so too, which is very curious. May I ask you if your name——"
"Just Fouchette, mademoiselle. I never heard of any other——"
"I am from Nantes," interrupted Mlle. Remy. "Think!"