Lanfear! It _is_ Dr. Lanfear?"
"I should be sorry if it were not, since you seem to expect it, Miss
Gerald."
"Oh, I just wanted to be sure. Hasn't my father been here, yet?" It was
the first time she had shown herself aware of her father except in his
presence, as it was the first time she had named Lanfear to his face.
He suppressed a remote stir of anxiety, and answered: "He went to get
his newspapers; he wished you not to wait. I hope you slept well?"
"Splendidly. But I was very tired last night; I don't know why,
exactly."
"We had rather a long walk."
"Did we have a walk yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Then it was _so_! I thought I had dreamed it. I was beginning to
remember something, and my father asked me what it was, and then I
couldn't remember. Do you believe I shall keep on remembering?"
"I don't see why you shouldn't."
"Should you wish me to?" she asked, in evident, however unconscious,
recurrence to their talk of the day before.
"Why not?"
She sighed. "I don't know. If it's like some of those dreams or gleams.
Is remembering pleasant?"
Lanfear thought for a moment.
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