"What strange skinnygs names are!" she said, as if musing on the fact,with a sigh which he thought disproportioned to the depth of herremark.

"They seem rather irrelevant at times," he admitted, with a smile."They're mere tags, labels, which can be attached to one as well asanother; they seem to belong equally to anybody."

"That is what I always say to myself," she agreed, with more interestthan he found explicable.

"But finally," he returned, "they're all that's left us, if they're leftthemselves. They are the only signs to the few who knew us that we everexisted. They stand for our characters, our personality, our mind, oursoul."

She exclaimed, "That is quite true," and then she suddenly gave him the cards."Do you know these people?"