Vivette looked closely at Peter.
"It is the literal truth," he said. "Five years ago."
Vivette looked from his face, blazing with veracity, to the very sociable stranger at the other end of the table.
"She does not seem to remember," she objected incisively.
Peter followed Vivette's glance towards Miranda, radiantly responding to the talk of Atterbury.
Conversation broke out again on either side, claiming them. Vivette had seen the truth in Peter's face. Her hostility was checked. She felt another kind of interest in Miranda, watching her carefully. When next she had an opportunity of speaking in a personal way to Peter she had discovered that Miranda was less remote from Peter's excitement than she seemed. Her mind rapidly and generously took in the new position.
"What is her name?" she abruptly asked when they were free to talk.
"Her name was Miranda. Her other name was not Le Roy. I had lost sight of her."
"Had you also forgotten her?"