leaned out

"_Mr. Bell!_" she said, in tones of severe surprise.

"_Bell?_" said her husband, in a more surprised voice still. "It's
me, Polly."

"Go away at once, sir!" said Mrs. Henshaw, indignantly. "How dare you
call me by my Christian name? I'm surprised at you!"

"It's me, I tell you--George!" said her husband, desperately. "What do
you mean by calling me Bell?"

[Illustration: "He struck a match and, holding it before his face,
looked up at the window."]

"If you're Mr. Bell, as I suppose, you know well enough," said Mrs.
Henshaw, leaning out and regarding him fixedly; "and if you're George
you don't."

"I'm George," said Mr. Henshaw, hastily.

"I'm sure I don't know what to make of it," said Mrs. Henshaw, with a
bewildered air. "Ted Stokes brought round a man named Bell this
afternoon so like you that I can't tell the difference. I don't know
what to do, but I do know this--I don't let you in until I have seen you
both together, so that I can tell which is which."

"Both together!" exclaimed the startled Mr. Henshaw. "Here--look here!"