"Of what are you thinking?" he asked, smiling. And then the swift, hawk-like glance of the blue eyes brought with it a sudden, sure sense of recognition, stinging the slumbering cells of memory into activity. A picture shaped itself in her mind of a blustering March day, and of a girl, a man, and an errand-boy, careering wildly in the roadway of a London street, while some stray sheets of music went whirling hither and thither in the wind. It had all happened a year ago, on that critical day when Baroni had consented to accept her as his pupil, but the recollection of it, and the odd, snubbed feeling she had experienced in regard to the man with the blue eyes, was as clear in her mind as though it had occurred only yesterday. "I believe we have met before, haven't we?" she said. The look of gay good-humour vanished suddenly from his face and an expression of blank inquiry took its place. "I think not," he replied. "Oh, but I'm sure of it. Don't you remember"--brightly--"about a year ago. I was carrying some music, and it all blew away up the street and you helped me to collect it again?" He shook his head. "I think you must be mistaken," he answered regretfully. "No, no," she persisted, but beginning to experience some slight embarrassment. (It is embarrassing to find you have betrayed a keen and vivid recollection of a man who has apparently forgotten that he ever set eyes on you!) "Oh, you must remember--it was in Grellingham Place, and the greengrocer's boy helped as well." She broke off, reading the polite negation in his face. "You must be confusing me with some one else. I should not be likely to--forget--so charming a _rencontre_." There was surely a veiled mockery in his composed tones, irreproachably courteous though they were, and Diana coloured hotly. Somehow, this man possessed the faculty of making her feel awkward and self-conscious and horribly young; he himself was so essentially of the polished type of cosmopolitan that beside him she felt herself to be as raw and crude as any bread-and-butter miss fresh from the schoolroom. Moreover, she had an inward conviction that in reality he recollected the incident in Grellingham Place as clearly as she did herself, although he refused to admit it. She relapsed into an uncomfortable silence, and presently the attendant from the restaurant car came along the corridor and looked in to ask if they were going to have dinner on the train. Both nodded an affirmative. "Table for two?" he queried, evidently taking them to be two friends travelling together. Diana was about to enlighten him when her _vis-a-vis_ leaned forward hastily. "Please," he said persuasively, and as she returned no answer he apparently took her silence for consent, for something passed unobtrusively from his hand to that of the attendant, and the latter touched his hat with a smiling--"Right you are, sir! I'll reserve a table for two."