Bellairs hesitated a moment. Then he said with a slight, uneasy laugh:—
“But you are wonderfully like her.”
Betty looked surprised.
“I don't see how,” she answered.
“No, because we never see ourselves. But when I first knew you both, I was immensely struck by the curious resemblance between you, in mind, in the things you said, in the things you did, the people you liked.”
“We both liked you.”
“Yes.”
“It would have been strange if we had both loved you!” Betty said, musingly.
Bellairs laughed again, and gave his horse a cut with the whip. “I only wanted one to do that,” he said, not quite truthfully. “And, thank God, I have got my desire.”
Betty did not answer.