"What's her name?"
"She didn't give any name, sir. She just said she must see you; and she would not take any refusal, sir."
"Humph!" said the other. "I'll go in."
And so in he went and gazed at the woman, who wore a heavy veil. She rose up and flung it aside, disclosing a face ghastly white, and so like a death's head that the other started back.
"Do you know me?" she asked.
"Er—no," said Mr. van Rensselaer.
"You really don't know me, Robbie?"
And then suddenly he gave a gasp, and cried, "Daisy!"
"Yes," said the other, "Daisy."
They sat for a full minute gazing at each other: she at a well-filled face and waist-coat; he at a trembling skeleton.