Increasing puzzle! He bowed rather awkwardly, and turning from her with a stranger's embarrassment, he met the doubtful light from the window. It fell on his face, and the enigma of the dream (a dream it seemed) was at its height. She saw a visage like and unlike—Robert, and no Robert.
"What is the matter?" said Caroline. "Is my sight wrong? Is it my cousin?"
"Certainly it is your cousin," asserted Hortense.
Then who was this now coming through the passage—now entering the room? Caroline, looking round, met a new Robert—the real Robert, as she felt at once.
"Well," said he, smiling at her questioning, astonished face, "which is which?"
"Ah, this is you!" was the answer.
He laughed. "I believe it is me. And do you know who he is? You never saw him before, but you have heard of him."
She had gathered her senses now.
"It can be only one person—your brother, since it is so like you; my other cousin, Louis."
"Clever little Œdipus! you would have baffled the Sphinx! But now, see us together.—Change places; change again, to confuse her, Louis.—Which is the old love now, Lina?"