Am I correct ?" She lifted her dark eyelashes once more and flooded me.
"You are quite correct," I answered, surprised.

"And that is really all that you knew of my mother ?" "Absolutely all.

The moment I saw your card, I thought to myself, in a breath: 'Ford, Cumberledge; what do I know of those two names?
I have some link between them.

Ah, yes; found Mrs.Cumberledge, wife of Colonel Thomas Cumberledge, of the 7th Bengals, was a Miss Ford, daughter of a Mr.Ford, of Bangor.' That came to me like a lightning-gleam.

Then I said to myself again, 'Dr.Hubert Ford Cumberledge must be their son.' So there you have 'the train of reasoning.' Women CAN reason--sometimes.
I had to think twice, though, before I could recall the exact words of the Times notice." "And can you do the same with everyone ?" "Everyone! Oh, come, now: that is expecting too much! I have not read, marked, learned, and inwardly digested everyone's family announcements.
I don't pretend to be the Peerage, the Clergy List, and the London Directory rolled into one.