"I have a stepdaughter, Molly."
"Is she tall and dark?"
"No. Small and fair."
"Then it is she!" said Madame Eulalie. "I see her in a wedding-dress, walking up an aisle. Her hand is on the arm of a dark man with an eye-glass. Do you know such a person?"
"Lord Hunstanton!"
"I do seem to sense the letter H."
"Lord Hunstanton is a great friend of mine, and devoted to Molly. Do you really see her marrying him?"
"I see her walking up the aisle."
"It's the same thing."
"No! For she never reaches the altar."