Then spake the handsome gentleman:
"I, too, am from that place;
And if you are Sadie Waddington,
I ought to know your face."
Her cheeks grew flushed and flushed again,
As on her he searchingly gazed;
She looked up in his solemn face
And saw he was greatly amazed.
It was Trueman St. Lawrence she saw,
As she gazed on his beautiful form;
She was more than bewitching in her ways
To capture him all by storm.
The Doctor went to his hotel
To ponder the matter o'er:
"That's not the Sadie Waddington
I've seen in days of yore."
His brain was puzzled, his face was flushed.
He was in a frenzied mood;
He could not fathom the mystery
To do the best he could.