“I wonder if the man really can know all?” he said finally.
At first she made no attempt to answer the question; but after a while, in a low, rather frightened voice, she said, “I don’t think he can know possibly.”
He searched her troubled eyes, almost as if he doubted. “Perhaps you will tell me this.” He spoke in a tone of growing anxiety. “Would you say there is anything like a marked family resemblance?”
“A very strong one, I’m afraid.”
“It is confined, I hope, to the picture at the top of the stairs?”
“Oh, no—at least to my mind——”
“Yes?”
“She has her father’s eyes.”
“Very interesting to know that.” The Duke laughed, but it was a curious note in which there was not a grain of mirth. “Yet, even assuming that to be the case, it would take a bold man to jump to such a conclusion. Surely he would need better ground to go upon.”
“I am sorry to say he has much more than a mere likeness to help him.” As Harriet spoke the bright color ran from neck to brow. “He happened to be at my brother-in-law’s on the evening the child was first brought to the house.”