"Has your visitor recovered yet?" she asked.
"So far as to leave my place, and I was not anxious to keep him," said Winston, with a little laugh. "I am sorry he disturbed you."
Maud Barrington seemed thoughtful. "I scarcely think the man was to blame."
"No?" said Winston.
The girl looked at him curiously, and shook her head. "No," she said. "I heard my uncle's explanation, but it was not convincing. I saw the man's face."
It was several seconds before Winston answered, and then he took the bold course.
"Well?" he said.
Maud Barrington made a curious little gesture. "I knew I had seen it before at the bridge, but that was not all. It was vaguely familiar, and I felt I ought to know it. It reminded me of somebody."
"Of me?" and Winston laughed.
"No. There was a resemblance, but it was very superficial. That man's face had little in common with yours."