Only chance made him turn it over.

As he looked he understood.

There was the likeness, such likeness as there may be between a beautiful woman, a little sad, a little scornful, with the faint lines of mockery about her curving lips, the world-weary light in her distant eyes, and the fresh, ingenuous girl with whom he had been bandying pleasantries during the last few hours.

He had felt it unknowingly.

He realized it now, and the thought of what it might mean made him catch at his breath like a drowning man.