Pink-and-white, like a girl; a hand like a lady."
"Indeed. Fine eyes?"
"Splendid!"
"What color?"
"I don't know. Lord bless you, a man does not examine another man's eyes,
like you ladies. However, now I think of it, there was one curious thing
I should know him by anywhere."
"And what was that?"
"Well, you see, his hair was brown; but just above the forehead he had
got one lock that was like your own--gold itself."
While he said this, the Klosking's face underwent the most rapid and
striking changes, and at last she sat looking at him wildly.
It was some time before he noticed her, and then he was quite alarmed at
her strange expression. "What is the matter?" said he. "Are you ill?"
"No, no, no. Only a little--astonished. Such a thing as that is very
rare."
"That it is. I never saw a case before."
"Not one, in all your life?" asked she, eagerly.
"Well, no; not that I remember."
"Excuse me a minute," said Ina Klosking, and went hurriedly from the
room.
Ashmead thought her manner very strange, but concluded she was a little
unhinged by yesterday's excitement. Moreover, there faced him an omelet
of enormous size, and savory.
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