"Very pretty," the girl approved. "How is the poor foot?"
"Much better, thank you. Did you see that murderous assault?"
"See it? I?" The Vision opened wide eyes of astonishment.
"Yes. I didn't notice you in the crowd."
She gave him a long look of mock-pathetic reproach from under drooped lids. "Oh, false and faithless cavalier. You've forgotten me. Already!"
"Once seeing you, I couldn't forget you in ten thousand years," he cried. "There's some mistake. I don't know you."
Her laughter rippled about him like the play of sunlight made audible.
"Oh, antidote to vanity, look at me," she commanded.
"It's the very easiest task ever man was set to," he asserted with such earnestness that the color rose in her cheeks.
"Before I vanish forever, I'll give you your chance. Come! Who am I? One—two—thuh-ree-ee."