“What name, if you please?”
The lady stole another look at me, before she replied.
“Never mind the name,” she said—and walked away.
CHAPTER XXXIII. THE MINISTER’S MISFORTUNE.
“Do you know that lady?” Miss Helena asked, as we entered the house.
“She is a perfect stranger to me,” I answered.
“Are you sure you have not forgotten her?”
“Why do you think I have forgotten her?”
“Because she evidently remembered you.”