If he had suddenly discovered Trina herself there, smiling at him, holding out her hands, he could hardly have been more overcome.

Instantly he recognized the black dress she had worn on that famous first day.

There it was, the little jacket she had carried over her arm the day he had terrified her with his blundering declaration, and still others, and others--a whole group of Trinas faced him there.

He went farther into the closet, touching the clothes gingerly, stroking them softly with his huge leathern palms.

As he stirred them a delicate perfume disengaged itself from the folds.