"No, no!" Chloe repeated doggedly; "I was a man. They all thought so."
Mrs. Verulam became seriously alarmed.
"I think, dear, you had better lie down quietly, and put on a cold compress. I shall send you up some strong tea in a few minutes, and——"
"Don't be foolish, Daisy. I was a man at a fancy ball in Chicago once, just before I married Huskinson. I went in a man's ordinary morning costume, and took in everyone. Even Huskinson didn't know me! Ah, that suit—it was such a neat tweed, Daisy!—it reminds me of happy days. I carry it everywhere with me."
She spoke sentimentally, and Mrs. Verulam was led to observe:
"I'm afraid you love Bream—I mean Huskinson?"
"No, I don't; no, no!" Chloe said vehemently. "No, I don't!"
"Oh, I'm glad to hear it, under the circumstances."
"But naturally I look back to the days before—before——"