"But aren't you glad to see me?" asked the lovely young woman.
"Of course," said I; "I came from Vienna to see you."
"But you look disappointed."
"The fact is," I stammered, "I expected to see some one different—quite different. The face you described has been haunting me for three months."
She had the effrontery to laugh. Her eyes danced mischief.
"Did you really think me such a hideous fright?"
"You were not a fright at all," said I, remembering my late travelling companion.
And then in a flash I realised what she had done.
"Why on earth did you describe your cousin instead of yourself?"
"My cousin! How do you know that?"