Mr. Harker shook his head. She strongly resembled some one he had seen; but, for the moment, he could not call to mind who that person was.
"What is her name?" he inquired.
"Jessica," replied his son-in-law. "She doesn't seem to know any other."
They drove on in silence, broken presently by Mr. Harker, who had stolen another glance at the silent girl.
"A wonderful likeness," he murmured. "I could have sworn that was Ada Lester, the actress, as she used to be."
He relapsed again into silence, and John was too much wrapped up in his own thoughts to question him further.
They reached the little shop at last, and Jessica ran lightly and quickly up to the bedroom. She was welcomed warmly by Lucy, who had grown to like the girl, and had been greatly upset by her absence.
"I'm glad you have come back, dear," she whispered, as Jessica bent over her. "Where have you been?"
"To London, dear Mrs. Ashford. I did not know you were ill. I came back with Mr. Ashford."
"John!" exclaimed Lucy, the colour rising in her face. "My father as well?"