But it is not Jack I want to speak about.
I turned listlessly over the pages of the album, stopping suddenly at the face of a beautiful girl.

You are not asleep, are you?
"I am not naturally sentimental, as you know, and even now I am not prepared to admit that I fell in love with this face.

It was not, I think, that kind of attraction.

Possibly I should have passed the photograph by had it not suggested old times to me--old times with a veil over them, for I could not identify the face.

That I had at some period of my life known the original I felt certain, but I tapped my memory in vain.