A second glance is not necessary to aid recognition.

The sweet pensive smile is sufficient.

Lady Rosamond has lost none of her charms.

Time has no grudge against her for personal wrongs, no retributive justice to be meted out--instead, the quiet happiness of a contented mind is lavished with true delight.

A fond light beams in the lovely eyes as they turn towards Maude Bereford--ever the same Maude that strolled around Trevelyan Hall some time in the past.