"Tell me honestly, Montague," she said; "is it anything more than a case of propinquity with this Baldwin girl?—on your part, I mean."
"It isn't anything," he returned soberly. "Corona Baldwin will never marry any man who has so much to explain as I have."
"You didn't know this was her home, when you came out here?"
"No."
"But you had met her somewhere, before you came?"
"Once; yes. It was in Guthrieville, over a year ago. I had driven over to call on some people that I knew, and I met her there at a house where she was visiting."
"Does she remember that she had met you?"
"No, not yet." He was certain enough of this to answer without reservations.
"But you remembered her?"
"Not at first."