“No,––I can’t remember ever having seen you till I came up here. Of course, I was only a short time in Vancouver before coming to Vernock,” he hedged.
“Then your home isn’t in the West?”
“No,––it is away back in a town in Ontario.”
“Mr. Brenchfield is an Ontario man,” put in Eileen innocently.
“Is he?” returned Phil, on guard.
“But it is the funniest thing, Mr. Ralston,” she reverted, “sometimes it is your voice; while in the hall to-night it seemed to be your eyes that reminded me of someone I had known before. A trick of the mind, I daresay!”
“Just a trick of the mind!” agreed Phil, “unless maybe you believe in the transmigration of souls.”
Eileen shivered suddenly.
“Guess we’d better get back,” said Phil, “for the air is chilly.”