"What is your name?" she asked.
"John Brown 4th."
"Mine is Elizabeth Tennant. Where do you live?"
"In—New York," he admitted, watching her furtively.
"I was there once—at a ball—many years ago," she observed.
"Not very many years ago, I imagine," he said, smiling at her youthful reminiscence.
"Many, many years ago," she said thoughtfully. "I shall go again some day."
"Of course," he murmured politely, "it's a thing to do and get done—like going abroad."
She looked up at him quickly.
"Years ago I knew a boy—with your easy humour and your trick of speech. He resembled you otherwise; and he wore your name becomingly."