"My poor cousin Nora was subject to a strange lapse of memory at times," he remarked to Louise.

"She always recovered in time, but for days she could remember nothing of her former life--not even her own name.

Are you ever affected that way Eliza ?" She looked up at him pleadingly, and murmured in a low voice: "Let me go! Please let me go!" "In a moment, Eliza." Her hands were clasped together nervously and she had dropped her basket and scissors on the path before her.

The man looked intently into her eyes, in a shrewd yet kindly way, and she seemed as if fascinated by his gaze.
"Tell me, my dear, have you forgotten your old life ?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Poor girl! And you are trying to keep this a secret and not let anyone know of your trouble ?" Suddenly she started and sprang away, uttering a cry of terror.
"You're trying to trap me," she panted.

"You know my name is not Eliza Parsons.