"It is foolish of me," she remarked. "You will think so too, when I tell you that my only reason is because of a likeness."
"A likeness!" he repeated.
She nodded.
"He is exactly like a man who was once a friend of my father's, and who did him a great deal of harm. My father was much to blame, I know, but this man had a great influence over him, and a most unfortunate one. Now don't you think I'm absurd?"
"I think it is a little rough on Lord Arranmore," he answered, "don't you?"
"It would be if my likes or dislikes made the slightest difference to him," she answered. "As it is, I don't suppose it matters."
"Was this in England?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"No, it was abroad—in Montreal. I really must go to Mrs. Seventon.
She looks terribly bored."
Brooks made no effort to detain her. He was looking intently at a certain spot in the carpet. The coincidence—it was nothing more, of course—was curious.