"Changing identities?" he said, with a touch of interest.

"Yes. One man is an artist, the other a millionaire; one
wants to know what fame is like, the other wants to know how
it feels to be really sinfully rich. So they exchange
experiences for a month." She laughed.

Chilcote laughed as well. "But how?" he asked.

"Oh, I told you the idea was absurd. Fancy two people so much
alike that neither their friends nor their servants see any
difference! Such a thing couldn't be, could it?"

Chilcote looked down at the fire. "No," he said, doubtfully.
"No. I suppose not."

"Of course not. There are likenesses, but not freak
likenesses like that."

Chilcote's head was bent as she spoke, but at the last words
he lifted it.

"By Jove! I don't know about that!" he said. "Not so very
long ago I saw two men so much alike that I--I--" He stopped.

Lillian smiled.

He colored quickly. "You doubt me?" he asked.

"My dear Jack!" Her voice was delicately reproachful.