"I'm sorry for that. All right. I'Il tell Miss Mansel. Good night."
"Good night, sir."
As I closed the door of the Cromwell room:
"So I'm Miss Mansel," said Eve.
"Quite right, my dear," said I. "One of our party—my cousin, in fact. When did you wake?"
"Just as you were lifting me out of the car."
I took off my cap and shook its snow into the fire.
"I uncover," said I. "In other words, I take my hat off to you. Eve, you are an artist. I only wish I were."
"Why?"
"I'd paint you—here, now, just as you are."