Nobby entered anyhow, pleasedly lugging Jill into the room.
"Why, Jill!" cried Daphne. "My dear…. Mrs. Waterbrook, let me introduce——"
"But that's not Miss Mansel!"
It was Piers' voice.
With one accord we turned, staring….
With arm outstretched, the boy was pointing at Jill.
For a moment nobody moved.
Then Piers sprang forward and caught Jill's hands in his.
"Jill!" he panted. "Jill, you're not Miss Mansel?"
"Yes, I am," said Jill steadily.