And the queer thing about it all was that, by some mysterious perception, he became absolutely certain that she was doing the same thing at the very same moment.

She also had recognized him, and was evidently making great effort to give him a name and place in her memory.

He had only to notice the frequency with which she turned her eyes toward him and her new smile, more confident and spontaneous, such as she would give to an old friend.
Had her dragon not been present, they would have talked together enthusiastically, instinctively, like two restless, curious beings wishing to clear up the mystery; but the gold-rimmed glasses were always gleaming authoritatively and inimically, coming between the two.
Several times the fat lady spoke in a language that reached Ferragut confusedly and which was not English, and their dinner was hardly finished before they disappeared just as they had done in the streets of Pompeii,--the older one evidently influencing the other with her iron will.
The following morning they all met again in a first-class coach in the station of Salerno.

Undoubtedly they had the same destination.

As Ferragut began to greet them, the hostile dame deigned to return his salutation, looking then at her companion with a questioning expression.