Her cheeks flushed with confusion.

Again she looked at him, and the colour rapidly faded.

In her eyes was a strange light of painfully struggling recollection.

She turned to Clem, and read her countenance with distress.
'Well, I'm quite sure I should never have known _you_, Janey,' said Snowdon, advancing.

'Don't you remember your father ?' Yes; as soon as consciousness could reconcile what seemed impossibilities Jane had remembered him.