I believe some picture of mine had made a great success at the time, at least had been chattered about in the penny newspapers, which is the nineteenth-century standard of immortality.

Suddenly I found myself face to face with the young man whose personality had so strangely stirred me.

We were quite close, almost touching.

Our eyes met again.
It was reckless of me, but I asked Lady Brandon to introduce me to him.
Perhaps it was not so reckless, after all.

It was simply inevitable.
We would have spoken to each other without any introduction.