"She seems put out." "It is my great-grandmother, the Vrouw Botmar," I faltered, "and she does not understand--I have never told her." "Ah! I see.

Well, perhaps it would be as well to explain," he answered, which I accordingly began to do as best I could, feeling more foolish than ever I did before.

As I stammered out my excuses I saw her face change, and guessed that she was no longer listening to me.
"Who does the man remind me of ?" she said, speaking aloud, but to herself.

"Allemachter! his face is the face of that English lord who visited us with the lawyer more than fifty years ago.

Yes, his face is the face of Ralph's cousin.