Mary-in-the-glass could. The successive recollections induced the
prettiest dimples on her face. She was at once forgiven.

Indeed, to snuggle back into her and to merge into her again was just
now very desirable to the censorious Mary-outside-the-glass. For,
merged in her sentimental and romantic personality, a most delectable
line of thought could be pursued--a delectable line, since along this
trail was to be encountered that stranger who had caught her in her
wild ejection from the cab.

Sinking in a chair, Mary adventured upon it; she was instantly met.

Mary-outside-the-glass essayed her best to prevent the interview.
"Poof!" Mary-outside-the-glass, that cold young person, sneered.
"Poof! You little idiot! A stranger with whom you spoke for five
minutes, whom you will never again see, and from whose recollections
you have most certainly passed unless to be recalled as a joke--
perhaps to some other girl!" (A nasty dig that, but they are monsters
these Marys-outside-the-glass.) "Why, you must be a donkey to think
about him! For goodness' sake come away before you make yourself too
utterly ridiculous! You won't. Well, perhaps you will try to recall
the figure you must have cut in his eyes? Do you remember what you
must have looked like as you shot out of the cab like a sack of straw?
Pretty sight, eh? And can you imagine the expression on your face as
you banged into his arms? Charming you must have looked, mustn't you?
And can you by any means realise the idiot you must have looked when
Mrs. Chater came up and swept you off like an escaped puppy,
recaptured and in for a whipping? Striking figure you cut, didn't you?
You didn't happen to peep back through the little window at the back