"No," he replied; "I seem in some way to associate you with Brazil
and the South American cities. Were you ever in Rio Janeiro?"

"I have never visited either of the Americas. We are doubtless
misled by a strange resemblance to persons we know quite well, but
who do not come to mind."

"But isn't it rather odd that we should have the same feeling? And
you have not been in New York?" persisted Phil.

"I have not been in America at all, you must remember," replied the
prince, coldly.

"I'd stake my soul on it," thought Quentin to himself, more fully
convinced than ever. "I've seen him before and more than once, too.
He remembers me, even though I can't place him. It's devilish
aggravating, but his face is as familiar as if I saw him yesterday."

When they parted for the night Ravorelli's glance again impressed
the American with a certainty that he, at least, was not in doubt as
to where and when they had met.

"You are trying to recall where we have seen one another," said the
prince, smiling easily, his white teeth showing clearly between
smooth lips. "My cousin visited America some years ago, and there is
a strong family resemblance. Possibly you have our faces confused."

"That may be the solution," admitted Phil, but he was by no means
satisfied by the hypothesis.