"She was just bending over it when Coquenil entered."
"Glad to see you," he said.
She had not heard his step and turned with a start of surprise.
"I—I beg your pardon," she murmured in embarrassment.
"Are you interested in my plaster casts?" he asked pleasantly.
"I was looking at this hand," replied the girl. "I have seen one like it."
Coquenil shook his head good-naturedly. "That is very improbable."
Alice looked closer. "Oh, but I have," she insisted.
"You mean in a museum?"
"No, no, in life—I am positive I have."