“Good evening, ma’am.” She walked up the path, and he cursed his inability to remember names. He was sure her face was familiar. It was dusk. When he saw her inside surely he would remember. At the door she turned.
“Stop cudgeling your brains,” she said. “I’ve never been introduced to you.”
“Then it’s not really my fault if I don’t know your name.” He gave a sigh of relief.
They both laughed then, and Miss Amelia was calling, “Come in! Come in, both of you! Well, so at last you two have met again.”
“Why no, Miss Amelia, the lady doesn’t—”
“We haven’t been introduced,” Helen interrupted.
“Tck! Tck! You told me that—”
“But that was years ago, Miss Amelia.”
Douglass was holding both Miss Amelia’s hands in his.
“Please, ladies! This isn’t fair. Now, please, won’t you present me?”