"I'm sure I've met you somewhere," she said.

"I wonder where." He smiled slightly--a smile which to Olga's watching eyes was infinitely sad.
"I don't think you have," he said.

"You may have seen my portrait." "Ah, that's it!" She regarded him with a new interest.

"I have! I believe I've got it somewhere." "Do you collect the portraits of celebrities ?" asked Max.
She shook her head.

"Oh, no! It's among my mother's things.