"Has he ever seen you?"
"Not that I am aware of——"
"Certainly not face to face—long enough for him to remember your every feature—your expression?"
"Why, no." The old man looked troubled and began to walk up and down the hall, his head bent forward. The girl watched him nonplussed and with a little uneasiness.
"Pardon me—pardon me," he said, finally, recalling the situation. "But it is strange, strange!"
"May I inquire what troubles you, sir?" she asked, timidly.
"Yes, certainly, yes." He started, with sudden resolution, and disappeared for a few moments. When he returned, he was holding a large sheet of cardboard. "It is this," he said. "How could a man who has never seen you face to face have drawn this likeness?" He held Gerald's picture before her. She uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"And did he draw it—did Mr. Gerald——"
"In my presence."
"He has never seen me."