"That's what I say, and the next moment I know it is."

"And is THIS your trouble?"

"Yes," answered Lynde, knitting his brows. "I felt that I shouldn't make
it clear to you."

"I am afraid you haven't, Ned. What earthly difference does it make to
you whether or not it's the same girl?" "What difference!" cried Lynde
impetuously; "what difference--when I love the very ground she walks
on!"

"Oh, you love her! Which one?"

"Don't laugh at me, Flemming."

"I am not laughing," said Flemming, looking puzzled and anxious. "It is
not possible, Ned, you have allowed yourself to go and get interested in
a--a person not right in her mind!"

"Miss Denham is as sane as you are."

"Then Miss--Denham, is it?--cannot be the girl you told me about."

"That's the point."

"I don't see why there should be any confusion on that point."

"Don't you?"