"Miss Denham is as sane as you are."
"Then Miss—Denham, is it?—cannot be the girl you told me about."
"That's the point."
"I don't see why there should be any confusion on that point."
"Don't you?"
"Come, let us go to the bottom of this. You have fallen in with a woman in Switzerland, and you suspect her of being a girl you met years ago in New Hampshire under circumstances which render her appearance here nearly an impossibility. As I am not a man of vivid imagination, that floors me. What makes you think them identical?"
"A startling personal resemblance, age, inflection of voice, manner, even a certain physical peculiarity—a scar."
"Then what makes you doubt?"
"Everything."
"Well, that's comprehensive, at all events."