"May be I shall recollect it when I get there. Don't you know how names come back to us sometimes? Do you never forget names?"
"Often, but I never forget faces. I have seen yours before, but I have forgotten where, just as you have forgotten that gentleman's name."
"Oh, sir, have you? well, I do not remember your face, but it does seem as though I had heard your voice, and, perhaps, if the room was not so dark, I should know you. The lady said, I must keep it dark, and sleep this morning. It is no wonder that I should forget everything, I was so badly frightened last night."
"Well, I don't see how you are to find which one you wish to see, among so many, unless you can recollect his name."
"Oh, that will be easy enough, sir. I will ask one of the gentlemen. I am sure any one of them will tell me, for I am sure they are all gentlemen, real gentlemen."
"I do not see what it is that you are to inquire for, or who, or now to find, out which one, or anything about it."
"Oh, sir, it is the one that wrote that little story about her daughter."
"Her daughter?"
"Yes, sir, Mrs. De Vrai's daughter."
A light began to dawn in my mind, and I said carelessly, "her daughter?"