Alice looked into his eyes ingenuously. “I wouldn’t dare tell anyone else of the thought that came to me and made me smile,” she declared. “They would mob me, I am quite sure. You see everyone in this village--or everyone I happen to know--is simply mad about Reuben Cartwright. Honestly, I believe they consider him perfect--incapable of doing anything that’s not exactly the right thing. And I have heard so much raving about him that I believe I am catching the madness, or whatever you call it. Just now as you were handling the cups so skilfully it came suddenly to me that your hands were like Reuben’s--and mind you, I never saw the boy!” He did not smile. He only looked at her curiously. Then he sat down opposite her. “It wouldn’t be strange if they were alike,” he said quietly. “It’s odd, but you have led up to the explanation I was about to make. I feel, Miss Lorraine, that I owe it to you to tell you who I really am. You trusted me without a shred of evidence of my integrity, and you granted my wish for secrecy. I ought to have told you, anyhow. But having lost my temper and made shockingly uncivil remarks to you, I cannot do otherwise. The reason I fired up when you were ready to believe ill--the worst--of Dick Cartwright is the same reason that Reuben Cartwright’s hands and mine may look alike, though I trust his aren’t so calloused and generally bunged up. I am Reuben Cartwright’s father.” It wasn’t, of course, the same shock to Alice Lorraine the announcement would have been to one who had known Richard Cartwright or his son Reuben. But the girl paled. “But I thought he was dead--_you_, I mean,” she said so naively that he smiled. “I may be lean and lank, but I am a right husky ghost for all that,” he said. Then he grew serious. “You were right in thinking so. I wanted everyone to believe me dead, and now I feel the same, except for you. It wasn’t only because I wouldn’t seem so rude if you understood that I wanted you to know, Miss Lorraine; but you seemed to think I was such a bad lot that I wanted you to know the truth. Not that I wasn’t a bad lot, you know, only I wasn’t quite such a scoundrel as you apparently think. Do you mind telling me just what impression Mr. Langley gave you of me? I believe under the circumstances you have the right to speak freely.” Alice complied briefly. Cartwright wiped his brow more than once.