Impetuous, I ran up the stairs, burst into the drawing-room, and stopped short on the threshold in presence of a strange and exceedingly beautiful young woman. She was stately and slender. She had masses of bright brown hair waving over a beautiful brow. She had deep sapphire eyes, like stars. She had the complexion of a Greuze child. She had that air of fairy diaphaneity combined with the glow of superb health which makes the typical loveliness of the Englishwoman. I gaped for a second or two at this gracious apparition. "I beg your pardon," said I; "I was told--" The apparition who was standing by the fireplace smiled and came forward with extended hands. "Why, Harold! Of course you were told. It is all right. I am Valerie." I blinked; the world seemed upside down; the enchanting voice rang in my ears, but it harmonized in no way with the equally enchanting face. I put out my hand. "How do you do?" I said stupidly. "But aren't you glad to see me?" asked the lovely young woman. "Of course," said I; "I came from Vienna to see you." "But you look disappointed." "The fact is," I stammered, "I expected to see some one different--quite different. The face you described has been haunting me for three months." She had the effrontery to laugh. Her eyes danced mischief. "Did you really think me such a hideous fright?" "You were not a fright at all," said I, remembering my late travelling companion. And then in a flash I realised what she had done. "Why on earth did you describe your cousin instead of yourself?" "My cousin! How do you know that?" "Never mind," I answered. "You did. During your description you had her face vividly before your mind. The picture was in some telepathic way transferred from your brain to mine, and there it remained. The proof is that when I saw a certain lady to-day I recognised her at once and greeted her effusively as Valerie. Her name did happen to be Valerie, and Valerie Deane too, and I ran the risk of a police-station--and I don't think it was fair of you. What prompted you to deceive me?" I was hurt and angry, and I spoke with some acerbity. Valerie drew herself up with dignity. "If you claim an explanation, I will give it to you. We have had young men patients in the house before, and, as they had nothing to do, they have amused themselves and annoyed me by falling in love with me. I was tired of it, and decided that it shouldn't happen in your case. So I gave a false description of myself. To make it consistent, I took a real person for a model." "So you were fooling me all the time?" said I, gathering hat and stick. Her face softened adorably. Her voice had the tones of the wood-wind. "Not all the time, Harold," she said. I laid down hat and stick. "Then why did you not undeceive me afterward?" "I thought," she said, blushing and giving me a fleeting glance, "well, I thought you--you wouldn't be sorry to find I wasn't--bad looking."