Then he smiled inwardly.
"It is not the first time I have been mistaken," thought he.

"I shall have to take Amy Waring's advice about it." As he and his friend passed the other table, on their way out, Abel nodded to his uncle; and as Arthur Merlin looked at him carefully, he was very sure that he saw the person whose face so singularly resembled that of Manfred's in the picture he had given Hope Wayne.
"I am all wrong," thought Lawrence Newt, ruefully, as they passed out into the street.
"Abel Newt, then, is Hope Wayne's somebody," thought Arthur Merlin, as he took his friend's arm..