"And now," concluded her father, "you must go to bed. I insist."

"But father!" cried the girl--"there is some thing"...

She hesitated, uneasily.

"Well, Helen, go on," said the doctor.

"I am afraid you will refuse."

"At least give me the opportunity."

"Well--in the glimpse, the half-glimpse, which I had of her, I
seemed"...

Dr. Cumberly rested his hands upon his daughter's shoulders
characteristically, looking into the troubled gray eyes.

"You don't mean," he began...

"I thought I recognized her!" whispered the girl.

"Good God! can it be possible?"

"I have been trying, ever since, to recall where we had met, but without
result. It might mean so much"...

Dr. Cumberly regarded her, fixedly.

"It might mean so much to--Mr. Leroux. But I suppose you will say it is