Her eyes expressed a little surprise, not unmixed with hauteur, but Hardy was too pleased to have them turned in his direction at all to quarrel with their expression.
"You were a bit of a trial in them days," said Mr.Wilks, shaking his head.

"If I live to be ninety I shall never forget seeing Miss Kate capsized the way she was.

The way she----" "How is your cold ?" inquired Miss Nugent, hastily.
"Better, miss, thankee," said Mr.Wilks.
"Miss Nugent has forgotten and forgiven all that long ago," said Hardy.
"Quite," assented the girl, coldly; "one cannot remember all the boys and girls one knew as a child." "Certainly not," said Hardy.

"I find that many have slipped from my own memory, but I have a most vivid recollection of you." Miss Nugent looked at him again, and an idea, strange and incredible, dawned slowly upon her.

Childish impressions are lasting, and Jem Hardy had remained in her mind as a sort of youthful ogre.