"Yes," added Carlotta, "I certainly thought he was going to speak to you."
"Nonsense!" said Martine.
"Do you know him?" whispered Peggy mischievously, as the car speeded along the Kittery shore.
"I haven't even looked at him," replied Martine indignantly. "Herbert has had charge of the fares, and as the conductor stands on the back platform, and as I have no eyes in the back of my head, I couldn't recognize him even if he were an old friend."
Later, however, as the young man moved along and stood for a while beside the motorman, Martine had a chance to see him, though it was only a back view.
"Carlotta," she said, "that conductor does remind me of some one. I wonder if it's any one we know at home? Do you see a resemblance? A resemblance to any one you know?"
"No," said Carlotta, "really I do not." And so the matter dropped.
It was nearly dusk when Martine and Clare left the car at the turn of the road.
"Step carefully," said the conductor, holding out his hands to help the two. Martine started, turned and looked toward the car, but it was already on its way down the hill.
"I wonder,"—but she did not complete the sentence, though all that evening she continued to ponder over the strange resemblance.