Here,
boy, light the candles and bring two sodas and brandies."
"Well, Bathurst," he went on, when they had made themselves comfortable
in two lounging chairs, "what do you thing of Miss Hannay?"
"I was prepared to admire her, Doctor, from what you said; it is
not very often that you overpraise things; but she is a charming
girl, very pretty and bright, frank and natural."
"She is all that," the Doctor said. "We were four months on the
voyage out, and I saw enough of her in that time to know her pretty
thoroughly."
"What puzzles me about her," Bathurst said, "is that I seemed to
know her face. Where I saw her, and under what circumstances, I
have been puzzling myself half the evening to recall, but I have
the strongest conviction that I have met her."
"You are dreaming, man. You have been out here eight years; she was
a child of ten when you left England! You certainly have not seen
her, and as I know pretty well every woman who has been in this
station for the last five or six years, I can answer for it that
you have not seen anyone in the slightest degree resembling her."
"That is what I have been saying to myself, Doctor, but that does
not in the slightest degree shake my conviction about it."
"Then you must have dreamt it," the Doctor said decidedly. "Some
fool of a poet has said, 'Visions of love cast their shadows before,'
or something of that sort, which of course is a lie; still, that
is the only way that I can account for it.
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