Her cheeks were decidedly crimson. "I confess I do not know," she admitted. "I was intent upon asking you that same question. There is a woman here who knows me, and speaks as though we are old acquaintance of long intimacy, but I have no name to assign her face."

She raised herself to standing, slowly, and offered him a curtsy. "Perhaps our memories have been harmed. I can think of no other logical explanation."