"I observe," said a quiet voice, "that you don't remember me."
I swung round to see a tall dark girl with grey-blue eyes and a charming smile regarding me amusedly. But a moment before I had passed her upon the steps, and, as I did so, wondered what was her business with the Supreme Court. I took off my hat. Now that I saw her properly, her face seemed faintly familiar.
"Forgive me," I said. "I was preoccupied."
The smile deepened.
"I defy you to say where we have met before."
I continued to rack my brain feverishly, but it was no good.
"I can't concentrate," I said desperately. "I can tell you where we shall meet again all right."
"That's not the point. Try Madrigal's wedding."
"Of course. You were one of her bridesmaids."
"That's better. How's Nobby?"