They exchanged a long and intent gaze.
"I never before saw you," he said.
"Perhaps."
"Have I?"
"Who can know what a fashionable young man really looks at—through a monocle."
"I don't wear it any more. I lost it out West," he said, reddening.
"You lost your top hat once, too," she said.
He grew red as fire.
"So you've heard of that, too?"
"I saw it."