They were talking, laughing around him.

Her VOICE--yes, he had once heard that, and that he would recognise again.

He strained to catch, to individualise the tone sounds that floated in a medley about him.

It was useless--of course--every effort that he had ever made to find her had been useless.

She was too clever, far too clever for that--she, too, would know that he could and would recognise her voice where he could recognise nothing else.
And then, suddenly, he realised that he was attracting attention.