He could only look at his employer and listen.

In that moment there flashed upon him the explanation of a little mystery which had troubled him for months.
The first time he looked into the face of Jennie Warmore, the suspicion came to him that somewhere and at some time, under far different circumstances, he had met her.

When sitting at her side in the dog-cart that afternoon, this suspicion became a certainty.

He strove to account for it on the theory that it was one of those accidental resemblances which all of us have met in our experience; but he could not make himself believe it to be the fact.
Strange that he never thought of associating her with that memorable incident in his own life! He had sacredly preserved the chain and likeness; and it was the similarity between the latter and the budding young lady that caused the perplexity in his mind.

He wondered that he had not hit upon the explanation before it was flung in his face, as may be said.
By the time Mrs.Warmore had added her account to that of her husband, Tom had regained mastery of himself.
"And who was the lad that did all this ?" he asked in the most innocent manner conceivable.
"That is the one feature about the affair that has always troubled me," said the merchant.