7/40 "You know how things happen," she resumed. "One goes along in a dull sort of way, and then suddenly a face springs out from the crowd of one's acquaintances, and you know it at once and certainly for the face of a friend, or rather you recognise it, though you have never seen it before. It is almost as though you had come upon some one long looked for and now gladly recovered. Well, such friends--they are few, no doubt, but after all only the few really count--such friends one does not lose, whether they are absent, or even--dead." "Unless," said Feversham, slowly, "one has made a mistake. Suppose the face in the crowd is a mask, what then? |