"You know," continued the girl, "I'm certain I've seen him before—the day I first went to Baroni to have my voice tested. It was in Grellingham Place, and all my songs blew away up the street, and I'm positive M.E. was the man who rescued them for me."
"Rescuing seems to be his hobby," commented the Rector dryly. "Did you remind him that you had met before?"
"Yes, and he wouldn't recollect it."
"Wouldn't?"
"No, wouldn't. I have a distinct feeling that he did remember all about it, and did recognise me again, but he wouldn't acknowledge it and politely assured me I must be mistaken."
The Rector smiled.
"Perhaps he has a prejudice against making the promiscuous acquaintance of beautiful young women in trains."
Diana sniffed.
"Oh, well, if he didn't think I was good enough to know—" She paused. "He had rather a superior way with him, a sort of independent, lordly manner, as though no one had a right to question anything he chose to do. And he was in a first-class reserved compartment too."
"Oh, was he? And did you force your way into his reserved compartment, may I ask?"