Distinctly!
[PIKE'S expression becomes puzzled, he passes his hand over his chin,
looks at her keenly. Then his eyes turn to the spot where HORACE stood
during their interview, and he starts, as though shocked at a sudden
thought.]
PIKE. It ain't that fellow I was talkin' to yonder?
ETHEL [indignantly]. That was my _brother_!
PIKE [relieved, but somewhat embarrassed]. Lord-a-Mercy!
[Recovering himself immediately and smiling.]
But, naturally, I wouldn't remember him. He couldn't have been more than
twelve years old last time you were home. Of course, I'd 'a' known
_you_--
ETHEL. How? You couldn't have seen me since I was a child.
PIKE. From your picture. Though now I see--it _ain't_ so much like you.
ETHEL. You have a photograph of _me_?
PIKE [very gently]. The last time I saw your father alive he gave me
one.
ETHEL [frowning]. _Gave_ it to you?
PIKE. Gave it to me to look at.
ETHEL. And you remembered--
PIKE [apologetically]. Yes, ma'am!
ETHEL [incredulously]. Remembered well enough to _know_ me?
PIKE. Yes, ma'am!
ETHEL. It does not strike me as possible. We may dismiss the subject.
PIKE. Well, if you'd like to introduce me to your [laughing feebly and
tentatively, hesitates]--to your--
ETHEL. To my brother?
PIKE. No, ma'am; I mean to your--to the young man.
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