It certainly was not his, although it bore the initials "S.

F." He was mechanically handing it back to the porter, when his eyes fell on the young lady's face.

For an instant he stood petrified.

It was the face of the daguerreotype.

"I beg pardon," he stammered, "but are these your initials ?" She hesitated, perhaps it was the abruptness of the question, but he saw she looked confused.
"No.