“Well—well, but,” stammered Remsen, for once in his life wholly confused and bewildered. “What were you in disguise for?”
“I wasn’t.”
“Then I must have been stone blind that day!”
“You had no eyes at all—for me,” said she demurely. “However, that’s not to be wondered at.”
“If it were, somebody else would have to do the wondering. My capacity in that direction is totally exhausted. Won’t you please explain?”
“With pleasure. If you’ll tell me what.” Miss Cole was enjoying herself greatly.
“What this transformation scene means? At the studio you were, well—”
“Say it,” she encouraged. “I was an ugly little toad.”
Remsen made gestures and gurgles of violent protest. “Not at all! But you were—well, quite different.”
“Yes, I wasn’t very well. Nor very happy.”