"He seemed to adopt me, and..." "Haven't I met you, somewhere ?" she broke in, studying his dim-seen face more intently and at closer range.
"No," he made answer.

"But you've seen me.

At least I saw you.

You, and a big man with a gold beard and a white silk suit, and this collie, were in a car, listening to Bryan's sermon, this morning.

I recognized the collie, as soon as I saw him again.