speaking of," answered Miss Leigh--"His name was Pierce Armitage."

"That's it!" exclaimed Harrington, with some excitement. "Of
course! Pierce Armitage! I knew him! One of the handsomest fellows
I ever saw! THERE was an artist, if you like!--he might have been
anything! What became of him?--do you know?"

"He died abroad, so it is said"--and Miss Leigh's gentle voice
trembled a little--"but nothing is quite certainly known--"

Harrington turned swiftly to stare eagerly at Innocent.

"YOUR name is Armitage!" he said--"and do you know you are rather
like him! Your face reminds me---Are you any relative?"

She gave the usual answer--

"No."

"Strange!" He bent his eyes scrutinisingly upon her. "I remember I
thought the same thing when I first met you--and HIS features are
not easily forgotten! You have his eyes--and mouth,--you might
almost be his daughter!"

Her breath quickened--

"I wish I were!" she said.

He still looked puzzled.