Robert began to fancy that he might have been mistaken, it was not really St.Luc, he had allowed an imaginary resemblance to impose upon him, but reflection told him that it was no error.

He would have known the intense gaze of those burning blue eyes anywhere.

He was still careful to keep his own body between Tayoga and the Frenchman.
The curtain rose and once more Robert fell under the great writer's spell.

Vivid action and poetic speech claimed him anew, and for the moment he forgot St.Luc.When the second act was finished, and while the applause was still filling the hall, he cast a fearful glance toward the place where he had seen the chevalier.

Then, in truth, he rubbed his eyes.