"It must have been Hugh, for I remember now that when he was a lad, or youth, his uncle sometimes called him Irving, which is, I think, his middle name." "Yes, Yes, H.I.Worthington.

I've seen it written thus, but never thought to ask what 'I.' was for.

It was Hugh, and I mistook that old man for his father.

I understand it now," and Alice spoke hurriedly, her fair face coloring with excitement as the truth flashed upon her that she was Golden Hair.
Then the bright color faded away, and alarmed at the pallor which succeeded it, Irving Stanley passed his arm supportingly around her, asking if she were faint.

Old Sam, moving away from the door, saw her as she sat thus, but did not hear her reply: "It takes me so by surprise.
Poor Hugh, how he must have suffered." She said this last more to herself than to Irving Stanley, who, nevertheless, saw in it a meaning; and looking her earnestly in the face, said to her: "Alice, you cannot be my wife, because your heart is given to Hugh Worthington.