She was surprised, but she smiled pleasantly.
“Indeed,” she said; while “where? when? Let’s hear all about it. Why didn’t you tell us before?” exclaimed Greatrex, in his rather clumsy way.
“Can you carry your memory back, let me see, nine, ten years?” I asked. “Do you remember if at that time you spent a winter in London; or was London your home?”
She shook her head. “No, it was not; but I did spend the winter of in London.”
“Had you—can you possibly recollect if you wore a large, rather slouching, felt hat, with a long feather—grey, the hat, too, was grey—that fell over the left side? and a coat of grey, too, some kind of velvet, I think, trimmed with dark fur?”
Greatrex looked extremely astonished.
“Come, now,” he ejaculated.
Mrs Bessie smiled.
“Yes,” she said, “I remember the whole get-up perfectly.”
Greatrex looked triumphant. I did not, for I did not feel so.