For the moment he could not stir; he had a feeling of horror, as if he saw his own double.

There was a subtle resemblance which lay deeper than the features between him and Richard Alger.

Sylvia saw it, and he saw his own self reflected as Richard Alger in that straining mental vision of hers which exceeded the spiritual one.
"Can't you forgive me, an'-- come again the way--you used to ?" Sylvia panted out.

"I couldn't get home before, that night, nohow.

I couldn't, Richard--'twas the night Charlotte an' Barney fell out.
They had a dreadful time.