“I did not, I am sure. I have met no young girl, and I could not see any one by the name of Avis.”
“Why so?”
“Because there is no such girl.”
“Excuse me,” I said, “but probably you do not know her. I have just come from one of the houses yonder, where she is expected about noon, and I came out to try and meet her.”
“Do you know her?” she asked.
“No—or, rather, I hope so; I cannot tell till I see her.”
“That’s curious. Have you ever met her?”
“I am not sure. I hope I have. I cannot explain it to you just now, but the minute I put my eyes on Avis I shall be able to answer all your questions.”
“But her name cannot be Avis.”
“Oh, yes, it is. It is quite plain that you do not know her.”