“Are you sure of that?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, you happen to be right. We have never met. All the same, I know you.”
“How?”
Mischievously, she continued:
“There are such things as photographs.”
“There are. It happens that I have not been photographed for about ten years. I hate photographs.”
“Then you have no idea who I am?”
“None.”
Tiddy reflected that Cicely, evidently, had not taken undue pains to describe her best friend to another friend. However . . .!