Camilla shook her head.
"And, Camilla," Jim said gravely, "I am really very irresponsible, you know Nellie Slater—she is a pretty girl, isn't she?"
"A very pretty girl," Camilla agreed.
"About your size—fluffy hair—"
"Wavy, Jim," Camilla corrected.
"Hers is fluffy, yours is wavy," Jim said firmly—"lovely dark eyes—well, she was standing by the window, just before the lamps were lighted, and I really am very absent-minded you know—I don't know how it happened that I mistook her for you."
Camilla reached out her hand.
He seized it eagerly.
"Jim—I am convinced," she said softly.
Fifteen minutes afterwards Camilla said: