“Why not?”
“Now did anyone? Confess!”
“What d’you suppose they did say?”
“More commonplace.”
He could not help laughing.
“As if you were ever commonplace!” he exclaimed, rather relieved by her manner.
“That’s not the question. But then Miss Schley’s said to be like me not only in appearance but in other ways? Are we really so Siamese?”
“I can’t see the faintest beginning of a resemblance.”
“Ah, now you’re falling into exaggeration in the other direction.”
“Well, not in realities. Perhaps in one or two trifling mannerisms—I believe she imitates you deliberately.”