times the next morning, and as the promise of the day was fair, proposed to her that we should take to the hills, reminding her of the high obligation she had incurred. She recognized the obligation and gratified me with her company; but before we had strolled ten yards up the pass she broke out with intensity: "My dear friend, you've no idea how it works in me! I can think of nothing else."
"Than your theory about Lord Mellifont?"
"Oh, bother Lord Mellifont! I allude to yours about Mr. Vawdrey, who is much the more interesting person of the two. I'm fascinated by that vision of his—what-do-you-call-it?"
"His alternative identity?"
"His other self; that's easier to say."
"You accept it, then, you adopt it?"
"Adopt it? I rejoice in it! It became tremendously vivid to me last evening."
"While he read to you there?"
"Yes, as I listened to him, watched him. It simplified everything, explained everything."
