I confess not, really." "Well, I'm in the dark about it too; but I sometimes fancy that I'm mixed up with that other Gaston." "It sounds fantastic." "It is fantastic.

Now, here is this manuscript, and here is a letter I wrote this morning.

Put them together." Sir William did so.
"The handwriting is singularly like." "Well," continued Gaston, smiling whimsically, "suppose that I am Sir Gaston Belward, Baronet, who is thought to lie in the church yonder, the title is mine, isn't it ?" Sir William smiled also.
"The evidence is scarce enough to establish succession." "But there would be no succession.

A previous holder of the title isn't dead: ergo, the present holder, has no right." Gaston had shaded his eyes with his hand, and he was watching Sir William's face closely, out of curiosity chiefly.

Sir William regarded the thing with hesitating humour.
"Well, well, suppose so.