"By George!—yes. How did you know that?"
"I guessed it—that's all."
"You are a shrewd guesser, Miss," he said. "Yes, I am his cousin Maurice, and you are——"
"Mattie Gray, his partner's daughter."
"Oh! indeed!"
"I have seen you once before—you brought your father, some years ago, to a stationer's shop in Great Suffolk Street."
"Right—a retentive memory."
"I seldom forget faces—it is not likely that I should have forgotten yours."
"Why not?"
"I have heard so much of you since then," was the answer, cold and cutting as the east wind that was swooping down the street that night.