"Yes," Irene answered, with a smothered sigh.
Mrs. Leslie looked at the two young girls, admiring their different types of beauty. Irene's blonde loveliness was matchless; the darker type of Lilia challenged admiration. Each set off the other, like night and morning.
But as Mrs. Leslie gazed she suddenly smothered a cry upon her lips—a cry of amazement!
Something had flashed over her suddenly and without warning as she watched the two beautiful faces side by side.
It was a subtle, startling, vivid resemblance between the two—the blue-eyed blonde, the dark-eyed brunette.
As she gazed, the wonderful, startling resemblance grew and grew upon her consciousness. Though one was fair and the other dark there was a subtle, haunting likeness in their features strong enough to have existed between sisters.
"What does it mean?" the lady asked herself, wonderingly. "Is it a mere chance likeness?"
While she gazed as if fascinated, Mr. Stuart stepped out upon the balcony. His dark face lighted with pleasure as he noted Lilia's affectionate attitude toward Irene. He stepped softly to his daughter's side and gazed at the two fair girls with a gratified smile upon his lips.
And again Mrs. Leslie suppressed a little cry of wonder.
The subtle likeness between Irene and Lilia was not stronger than that which existed between Irene and Mr. Stuart. They might have passed for father and daughter.