Trevior's 'er name, Hedith Trevior.'
"'Miss Trevior!' I cried, 'a tall, dark girl, with untidy hair and rather
weak eyes?'
"'Tall and dark,' he replied 'with 'air that seems tryin' to reach 'er
lips to kiss 'em, and heyes, light blue, like a Cambridge necktie. A
'undred and seventy-three was the number.'
"'That's right,' I said; 'my dear Smith, this is becoming complicated.
You've met the lady and talked to her for half an hour--as Smythe, don't
you remember?'
"'No,' he said, after cogitating for a minute, 'carn't say I do; I never
can remember much about Smythe. He allers seems to me like a bad dream.'
"'Well, you met her,' I said; 'I'm positive. I introduced you to her
myself, and she confided to me afterwards that she thought you a most
charming man.'
"'No--did she?' he remarked, evidently softening in his feelings towards
Smythe; 'and did _I_ like '_er_?'
"'Well, to tell the truth,' I answered, 'I don't think you did. You
looked intensely bored.'
"'The Juggins,' I heard him mutter to himself, and then he said aloud:
'D'yer think I shall get a chance o' seein' 'er agen, when I'm--when I'm
Smythe?'
"'Of course,' I said, 'I'll take you round myself. By the bye,' I added,
jumping up and looking on the mantelpiece, 'I've got a card for a
Cinderella at their place--something to do with a birthday.
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