"I've seen Mrs.De Peyster, you know; not more than six yards away; and the likeness struck me the very moment I saw you.

You haven't the grand-duchess dignity she had on when I saw her--say, but you should have seen the figure she made!--but it's a wonderful coincidence.

Dressed right, and with some lofty spirit pumped into you, you could pass anywhere as Mrs.De Peyster, provided they did not know Mrs.De Peyster too intimately.

That likeness is the foundation of my proposition." [Illustration: "IT IS REALLY A REMARKABLE LIKENESS"] Mrs.De Peyster stared at him, and began to clutch at consciousness.
After all, was it possible that he hadn't recognized her as Mrs.De Peyster?
Perhaps he hadn't--for every one knew Mrs.De Peyster was abroad, and, furthermore, all the social world yawned inimitably between Mrs.De Peyster and this apparent nobody that she was, in an obscure boarding-house, and in a housekeeper's gown.

But if he hadn't recognized her, then what was he driving at?
While she gazed she became aware of an amazing change in his face, of the possibility of which she had previously had only hints.