But I was mistaken, as a man cannot be in two places at once." "Where did you see the person you took for Mr.Lyon ?" "Not far distant from here ?" "Where ?" "A little way from the railroad station.

He was coming in this direction, and, without questioning the man's identity, I naturally supposed that he was on his way to your house." "Singular! Very singular!" Mr.Markland spoke to himself.
"I met Fanny a little while afterward," continued Mr.Allison, "and I learned from her that Mr.Lyon had actually left the city.

No doubt I was mistaken; but the person I saw was remarkably like your friend from England." "Where did you meet Fanny ?" abruptly asked Mr.Markland.
"In the little summer-house, yonder.

I stepped aside, as I often do, to enjoy the quiet beauty of the place for a few moments, and found your daughter there alone.

She answered, as you have done, my inquiry about Mr.Lyon, that he left for the South a few days before." "He did.