But David, too, was nearly unrecognizable.
"What is it?" she ejaculated, and turned to catch her reflection in a mirror. She saw herself in a curious aspect also, white and a little wild. One of her shoulder straps had slipped down across her arm.
"What a dress!" she said.
David carefully pronounced the words:
"That was Rysbroek, wasn't it?"
"Yes; I've known him since we were kiddies."
"I remember your saying so."
"He brought me bad news," she added, to imply, "That's it."
"Ah, I'm sorry."
There was no life in his voice.