"There's a chair there; won't you sit down? You must not think I am rude, but I cannot move."
Villiers Egerton (for of course you know that it was Villiers) felt that at last he was beginning to meet with adventures, which was all that was wanted to make his holiday perfect. He took off his knapsack, and let it fall beside his hat, brought forward the chair, and sat down, looking curiously at Clarice and the baby. What a lovely face, if it were only a little less pale and thin; but why on earth did it seem familiar to him?
"What did you call me just now?" he said. "You mistook me for some one, I think; and the curious thing is, that you remind me of some one."
"I thought you were my brother Guy. Indeed, I cannot quite get rid of the idea yet, until you speak; you have a different voice."
"Your brother Guy? Where have I heard that name before? It is not a common one."
"Not here; but we are not Irish."
"What is your brother's other name?" asked Villiers, thinking with pride that he had managed that question very nicely.
"Egerton," answered Clarice, and then uttered a very small scream, for the mysterious stranger sprang to his feet with a shout, and Clarice for one moment thought that she and the baby were lost!
"Egerton! Why, that's my name! I am Villiers Aymer Egerton."
Clarice forgot her shyness, and looked at him earnestly.