"I fancy that's right, Lizette," said Merry, straightening up and looking at her. "You've proved that you know your business. I'll remember you well, my girl. But, say, Lizette, what makes you do your hair so queerly? What makes you hide your ears with it?"
The nurse seemed confused, and bowed her head until he could not see her face fairly.
"Oh, maybe I have ze very ugly ear, monsieur. Eef not zat, mebbe I like ze way I do ze hair. You know one time ze many girl do ze hair zis way like Cleo de Merode."
"Well, you don't need to advertise yourself, and that was one of Cleo's advertising dodges. Have you a brother?"
"A brothaire?"
"Yes."
"Why you ask it?"
"Because there's something wonderfully familiar in your appearance. Because I've either seen you before or some one very much like you. Have you a brother?"
"Then it must be a coincidence, but somehow I seem to remember dimly a boy who looked like you. I may be mistaken."