Her red hair, bobbed and curly, marked her for recognition.

It was Helen.

But Lane doubted if he would have at once recognized any other feature.

The handsome insolence of her face was belied by a singularly eager and curious expression.

Her eyes, almost green in line, swept Lane up and down, and came back to his face, while she extended her hands in greeting.
"Helen, how are you ?" said Lane, with a cool intent mastery of himself, bowing over her hands.