At the mention of her first name in such a familiar manner by this stranger, who had already grievously offended her once before that day, Betty stood perfectly still a moment, speechless with surprise, then she stepped quickly out of the shadow.
Clarke turned as he heard her step and looked straight into a pair of dark, scornful eyes and a face pale with anger.
"If it be necessary that you use my name, and I do not see how that can be possible, will you please have courtesy enough to say Miss Zane ?" she cried haughtily.
Lydia recovered her composure sufficiently to falter out: "Betty, allow me to introduce--" "Do not trouble yourself, Lydia.

I have met this person once before to-day, and I do not care for an introduction." When Alfred found himself gazing into the face that had haunted him all the afternoon, he forgot for the moment all about his errand.

He was finally brought to a realization of the true state of affairs by Lydia's words.
"Mr.Clarke, you are all wet.

What has happened ?" she exclaimed, noticing the water dripping from his garments.
Suddenly a light broke in on Alfred.

So the girl he had accosted on the road and "Betty" were one and the same person.