"Yes; but why do you ask?"
"Because I think she resembles your mother."
"She resembles far more an old portrait hanging in my room. I remarked it as soon as I saw her."
He seemed lost in thought, and immediately after left the room. An hour later, Irene's listening ear detected the opening and closing of the hall door.
"There is Electra on the steps; I hear her voice. Will you please open the door?"
Mrs. Young laid down her work and rose to comply, but Harvey ushered the stranger in and then retired.
The lady of the house looked at the new-comer, and a startled expression came instantly into her countenance. She made a step forward and paused irresolute.
"Mrs. Young, allow me to introduce my friend, Miss Electra Grey." Electra bowed, and Mrs. Young exclaimed—
"Grey! Grey! Electra Grey; and so like Robert? Oh! it must be so. Child, who are you? Where are your parents?"
She approached and put her hand on the girl's shoulders, while a hopeful light kindled in her eyes.