"It is strange," said the doctor, "to have three of our small party belonging to the same name." The other guests arrived. The last was Humphrey. He looked round the room with that expression of cold and insolent curiosity which made him so much beloved by everybody. "Outsiders all," that look expressed. He greeted Dick with a brief nod of astonished recognition, as if he had not expected to meet him in a drawing-room. He stared at Mrs. Haveril's diamonds, and he smiled with some astonishment, but yet graciously, on Molly. "You are properly dressed to-night," he whispered. "I have never seen you looking so well." "Doctor," said Mrs. Haveril, as he led her down the stairs, "I wish I could go and sit in a corner." "Why? You are trembling! What is the matter?" "I feel as if I was in a dream. It is the sight of these two young men. One is the young man I saw at the theatre--the young man I told you of--so like my husband; the other is like him, too, but differently. I am haunted to-night with my husband's face." "It is imagination. You have been thinking too much about certain things. Their name is the same as your husband's. Probably he, too, if you knew, was a distant cousin." "It's not imagination; it is the fact." "I am sorry you are so disturbed; but, above all, do not agitate yourself," he whispered, as they entered the dining-room. "I will keep up, doctor; but it's dreadful to sit with two living images of your first husband." From the ordinary point of view, the dinner was not so great a success as some of those given at this house. The conversation flagged. Yet, below the surface, everybody was interested. Humphrey took in Molly, but Dick sat on the other side of her, and told her stories about his last tramp; Humphrey, therefore, became sulky, and absorbed wine in quantities. Alice gazed at the two young men--her husband's eyes, her husband's mouth, her husband's voice, her husband's hair, in both of them--both like unto her first husband, yet both unlike; they were also like unto each other, yet unlike. She heard nothing that was said; she listened to the voice, she saw the eyes, and she was back again, after all those years, with that vagrant man, that vagabond in morals, as well as in ways, the man who so cruelly used her, the comedian and stroller.