"Out of my eyes, I think," said Charity. "Mr. Haskins, this is really amazing. I never thought to find my double. It seems uncanny. Tod, you will be marrying Mavis instead of me."
"No," said Tod slowly, and looking from one girl to the other, "there is a difference."
"Meaning that Mavis is more charming than I am. Thank you."
"Oh no," broke in Miss Durham, "I am only an ignorant country girl, but you are clever and polished and----"
"And quite perfect," ended Charity, kissing Mavis as Mrs. Pelham Odin had done, and with the same kindness, "let us hope that I am, in Tod's eyes. This is Tod, Mavis; he is to be my husband."
"At last," gasped Macandrew sentimentally.
Gerald displayed impatience. "Had we not better get to business?" he observed. "These girls are so alike that I don't want them to be seen together, lest trouble comes of it."
"And trouble will come," said Mrs. Pelham Odin, who had not yet got over her amazement. "As Charity says, this line-for-line resemblance is uncanny. I hope your veils are thick enough, my dears. If anyone saw you two together, the wonderful resemblance would certainly be commented upon, and might get to Major Rebb's ears."
Charity looked long and earnestly at Mavis. "We must be sisters. Can you remember ever having a sister, Mavis?"
"No. Nor did Major Rebb ever say that I had one. He brought me, as he said, from Bombay, some time after my mother died, and ever since I have been shut up in the Pixy's House."