Miss--, Miss--.

Oh, dear me, what _was_ that name ?' Gilbert smiled and shook his head.
'I can't help you, mother.

I don't even remember any such thing.' 'What a poor memory you have in ordinary things, Gilbert! I wonder at it, with your mind for study.' 'But what's the connection ?' 'Why, Thyrza has got her very face.

It's just come to me.

I'm sure that was her mother.' 'But how impossible that you should have that woman's face still in your mind!' Gilbert protested, good-humouredly.
'My dear, don't be so hasty.