Then his face, too, changed colour.
"I--I beg your pardon," he said; "I mistook you for my niece.

It's quite inconceivable to me how I--a most remarkable likeness.

I'm astonished that I didn't notice it before.

The fact is--under the circumstances--" Sir Gilbert was acutely uncomfortable.

Never in the course of a long career at the bar had he felt so hopelessly embarrassed.