She handed the card to Mary, who read on it, "Mr.Bailey," and an address, which Helen said was probably that of a lodging.
"I should like to know who the other is," she added; "he was very much the nicest looking.

I must get my husband to call to-morrow, and then we shall know more about them." Mary did not say much on the subject.

Love at first sight may be fairly owned as a possibility, but it would be ridiculous to say that Mary Wynter had proved its reality.

The thin end of the wedge, perhaps, had wounded her, and a succession of blows would easily drive it deep into her heart, or her fancy, as the case might be.

Perhaps, too, it was more tempting to think of a stranger so attractive without being able to give him a name, than it would have been if he had to be recognized as Mr.
Thomas Brown or Mr.John Robinson.
However that might be, she did not find her enjoyment of the day at all interfered with by the morning's incident.