greatly puzzled.

"Yes and no. Not exactly. I knew she was the person I'd seen and
talked with, but I'd never heard her name, nor connected her in any
way with Michael Trevennack. If I had, things would be different. It's
a terrible Nemesis. I'll tell you how it happened. I may as well tell
all. But the worst point of the whole to me in this crushing blow is
to learn that that girl is Michael Trevennack's daughter."

"Where and when did you meet her then?" Le Neve asked, growing
curious.

"Quite casually, once only, some time since, in a railway carnage. It
must be two years ago now, and I was going from Bath to Bournemouth.
She traveled with me in the same compartment as far as Temple Combe,
and I talked all the way with her; I can remember every word of it....
Eustace, it's foolish of me to acknowledge it, perhaps, but in those
two short hours I fell madly in love with her. Her face has lived with
me ever since; I've longed to meet her, But I was stupidly afraid to
ask her name before she got out of the train; and I had no clue at all
to her home or her relations. Yet, a thousand times since I've said to
myself, 'If ever I marry I'll marry that girl who went in the carriage
from Bath to Temple Combe with me.' I've cherished her memory from
that day to this. You mayn't believe, I dare say, in love at first
sight; but this I can swear to you was a genuine case of it."

"I can believe in it very well," Le Neve answered, most truthfully,
"now I've seen Miss Trevennack."

Tyrrel looked at him, and smiled sadly. "Well, when I saw her again