But a surprise which was perfectly overwhelming awaited our hero, who, after parting with his companions, sauntered about in a most desultory manner.
All of a sudden his eyes were attracted to one of the first-class refreshment rooms.
He could hardly credit his senses.
At one of the tables in the room sat a young and beautiful female, dressed in the height of fashion.
Her arms, head, and bust glittered with jewels.
Her costume was perfection.
Peace thought he had never beheld any woman so elegantly dressed, or one possessed of so aristocratic an appearance.
Could he be deceived? Was he dreaming or awake? The features of the female were familiar to him.
“It cannot be!” he ejaculated. “I must be mistaken. And yet the likeness—the similitude—is most remarkable; but, Lord bless me, it never can be her!”
He paced backwards and forwards for some little time, not knowing very well how to act.