"Yes. Didn't you know me?"
"No. Did you know me?"
"Of course. I nearly fell out of my saddle."
She strove hard to collect herself.
"How did you know it was I?"
"How?" He laughed a short, mirthless laugh. "I knew your voice.
Why shouldn't I know it?"
"Did—had anybody told you I was here?"
"No. Who is there to tell me anything?"
"Nobody wrote you?—or telegraphed?"
He laughed again. "Nobody has my address."