"I see I have made a mistake. A resemblance--only a mere resemblance,
as I look at you now--led me astray. Of course you don't know any young
lady in the profession?"

"Of course he doesn't, Sol," said Miss Euphemia. "I could have told you
that. He didn't even know ME!"

The voice and mock-heroic attitude of the speaker was enough to relieve
the general embarrassment with a laugh. Rand, now pleasantly conscious
of only Miss Euphemia's presence, again offered the hospitality of his
cabin, with the polite recognition of her friends in the sentence, "and
you might as well come along too."

"But won't we incommode the lady of the house?" said Mrs. Sol politely.

"What lady of the house"? said Rand almost angrily.

"Why, Ruth, you know!"

It was Rand's turn to become hilarious. "Ruth," he said, "is short
for Rutherford, my brother." His laugh, however, was echoed only by
Euphemia.

"Then you have a brother?" said Mrs. Sol benignly.

"Yes," said Rand: "he will be here soon." A sudden thought dropped the
color from his cheek. "Look here," he said, turning impulsively upon
Sol. "I have a brother, a twin-brother. It couldn't be HIM--"

Sol was conscious of a significant feminine pressure on his right arm.