"Ah, why?"
"He was of tall stature, very pale, with a high and open forehead; but his eyebrows met, and seemed to form one black streak across it."
"Then it was the same man who had twice been with our father in battle?"
"Yes—it was he."
"But, Dagobert," said Rose, thoughtfully, "is it not a long time since these battles?"
"About sixteen years."
"And of what age was this stranger?"
"Hardly more than thirty."
"Then how can it be the same man, who sixteen years before, had been with our father in the wars?"
"You are right," said Dagobert, after a moment's silence, and shrugging his shoulders: "I may have been deceived by a chance likeness—and yet—"