Lucy Snowe! To be sure! I recollect her perfectly, and there she sits; not a doubt of it.

But," he added, "you surely have not known me as an old acquaintance all this time, and never mentioned it." "That I have," was my answer.
Dr.John commented not.

I supposed he regarded my silence as eccentric, but he was indulgent in refraining from censure.

I daresay, too, he would have deemed it impertinent to have interrogated me very closely, to have asked me the why and wherefore of my reserve; and, though he might feel a little curious, the importance of the case was by no means such as to tempt curiosity to infringe on discretion.
For my part, I just ventured to inquire whether he remembered the circumstance of my once looking at him very fixedly; for the slight annoyance he had betrayed on that occasion still lingered sore on my mind.
"I think I do!" said he: "I think I was even cross with you." "You considered me a little bold; perhaps ?" I inquired.
"Not at all.

Only, shy and retiring as your general manner was, I wondered what personal or facial enormity in me proved so magnetic to your usually averted eyes." "You see how it was now ?" "Perfectly." And here Mrs.Bretton broke in with many, many questions about past times; and for her satisfaction I had to recur to gone-by troubles, to explain causes of seeming estrangement, to touch on single-handed conflict with Life, with Death, with Grief, with Fate.