"However, it was lucky I met you to-day.

You didn't come back to see us, and there is something----" She hesitated and then gave him a steady glance.

"You are not so much a stranger to us as you imagine." Festing wondered what she meant and whether she knew about the portrait, but she resumed: "As a matter of fact, my mother and I felt that we knew you rather well." "I don't understand." "Some time since, you found a young Englishmen in a Western mining town.
He had been ill and things had gone against him." "Ah," said Festing sharply.

"Of course! I ought to have known----He looked like you.

I mean I ought to have known the name.