“My friend, Mrs. D—— is, I suppose, very well?”
“Oh, yes! I never saw her look better in my life She speaks of you very often, and promises herself great pleasure from your contemplated visit to New York.”
“Not more than I do myself. She is a lovely-minded woman.”
“She is, truly, and the favorite of every circle wherein she moves.”
“There is something familiar in your face, Miss Herbert,” said Mrs. Lindley, during a slight pause in the conversation, looking earnestly at the young lady as she spoke. “It seems as if we must have met before.”
“And your face made the same impression upon me,” returned Miss Herbert, smiling.
“This is a little singular, is it not?” remarked Mrs. Lindley. “We never met before, and yet both recognize something familiar.”
“At first thought it seems so. But it is a fact, that we rarely, if ever, see a new face which has not in it something familiar.”
“True. But the likeness belongs to a class, and generally has in itself a peculiarity essentially its own, that marks its individuality. Not such a likeness do I see in your face. It seems to me as if we must have met before.”
“And I cannot get away from the same impression, in regard to you,” said Miss Herbert.