Do you admit that ?" "Of course; there could be no mistake on that point." "Very well.

Then according to my version there came a man, still young, dressed in outlandish clothes, who made propositions of peace and wanted to marry Yva, who wanted to marry him.

Is that right ?" "Absolutely." "Well, and didn't you recognise the man ?" "No; I only noticed that he was a fine-looking fellow whose appearance reminded me of someone." "I suppose it must be true," mused Bickley, "that we do not know ourselves." "So the old Greek thought, since he urged that this should be our special study.

'Know thyself,' you remember." "I meant physically, not intellectually.

Arbuthnot, do you mean to tell me that you did not recognise your own double in that man?
Shave off your beard and put on his clothes and no one could distinguish you apart." I sprang up, dropping my pipe.
"Now you mention it," I said slowly, "I suppose there was a resemblance.
I didn't look at him very much; I was studying the simulacrum of Yva.
Also, you know it is some time since--I mean, there are no pier-glasses in Orofena." "The man was you," went on Bickley with conviction.