'Mr Bellford,' a sweet voice cried.
I turned quickly and saw a woman who was sitting alone. She was about thirty and she had very beautiful eyes.
'How can you walk me past it like that?' she said.
'Didn't you know me?'
I sat down at her table. Her hair was a beautiful red-gold colour.
'Are you sure you know me?' I asked.
'No.' she said. 'I never really knew you.'
'Well, my name is Edward Pinkhammer,' I said, 'and I'm from Kansas.'
'So, you haven't brought Mrs Bellford with you, then,' she said, and she laughed. 'You haven't changed much in fifteen years, Elwyn.'
Her wonderful eyes looked carefully t my face.
