He looked back; the eyes called him again.

He felt himself getting hot, for, despite the fact that he had a kind of feeling that he had seen those eyes before, he was perfectly certain he did not know the girl.

Perhaps she had made a mistake.

He turned resolutely to his companion.
"Jolly good band, isn't it ?" he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"But I suppose at a hospital like this you're always hearing decent music ?" he ventured.
"Not so often," she said.
"This band is just back from touring the front, isn't it?
My friend said something to that effect." "I believe so," she said.
Peter could have cursed her.

It was impossible to get anything out of her, though why he had not a notion.