“You recognised me last night.”
It was very like her not to fence over that. She had a dozen possible equivocations, but she suddenly met me with no attempt at disguise.
“I thought I did,” she said. “Just for a minute.”
“And now? You know…?”
She leaned her elbows on the gate and stared out over the moonlit mysteries of the Park.
“You’re not a bit what I expected,” she said.
I misunderstood her. “But you can’t…” I began.
“To look at,” she interrupted me.
I felt a thrill of hope. “But neither are you,” I said.
“Oh!” she commented softly.