At first I took her for somebody else I knew slightly ever so long ago, and I was thinking of that other person at the time." "And what was the other person's name ?" "I can't even remember that at the present moment." "Mrs.Askerton was a Miss Oliphant." "That wasn't the other lady's name.

But, independently of that, they can't be the same.

The other lady married a Mr.Berdmore." "A Mr.Berdmore!" Clara as she repeated the name felt convinced that she had heard it before, and that she had heard it in connection with Mrs.Askerton.She certainly had heard the name of Berdmore pronounced, or had seen it written, or had in some shape come across the name in Mrs.Askerton's presence; or at any rate somewhere on the premises occupied by that lady.

More than this she could not remember; but the name, as she had now heard it from her cousin, became at once distinctly connected in her memory with her friends at the cottage.
"Yes," said Belton; "a Mr.Berdmore.I knew more of him than of her, though for the matter of that, I knew very little of him either.

She was a fast-going girl, and his friends were very sorry.