"His name is Ansell."

"Well, now, did I see him two years ago--as a bedmaker in
something they did at the Foot Lights? Oh, how I roared."

"You didn't see Mr. Ansell at the Foot Lights," said Agnes,
smiling.

"How do you know?" asked Rickie.

"He'd scarcely be so frivolous."

"Do you remember seeing him?"

"For a moment."

What a memory she had! And how splendidly during that moment she
had behaved!

"Isn't he marvellously clever?"

"I believe so."

"Oh, give me clever people!" cried Mrs. Lewin. "They are kindness
itself at the Hall, but I assure you I am depressed at times. One
cannot talk bump-rowing for ever."

"I never hear about him, Rickie; but isn't he really your
greatest friend?"