"There is no explanation known to me. I spoke at random; I have not the slightest idea what I meant. Let me out, Harry."
At this he granted her liberty, saw her to the door, and ran upstairs again.
"O Geoff!" he said. "She had on a big, broad-brimmed hat and little yellow shoes. I saw them."
"That all?" said Geoffrey. "Rather South-Sea islander for the park."
Harry sighed.
"Yes, I once used to think that sort of thing funny, too," he said. "Never mind; you can't know. However, there was the hat, and her face was underneath it."
"Now that is really extraordinary," said Geoffrey.
"The face? I should just think it was. It's the most extraordinary thing in the world. And it's mine, and mine is hers. Lord! whatever can she do with such an ugly mug?"
"Is that the end?" asked Geoffrey, without any show of impatience.