"Mademoiselle, there is some misunderstanding;
my name is not Algernon. I am not Lord Hastings."
As he spoke he looked at the woman seated at the table. She looked up;
there was an instantaneous, mutual recognition. In her astonishment she
cried out, "Mr. Sawyer!"
As these words fell from her lips, Quincy said to himself, "Thank God!
she's found at last." But the only words that he spoke aloud were,
"Lindy Putnam!"
"Why do I find you here," asked Quincy, "and under this name? Why have
you not answered my advertisements in the 'Herald?'" And he sank into a
chair on the other side of the little table.
The revulsion of feeling was so great at his double discovery that he
came nearer being unmanned than ever before in his life.
"How did you come by this card!" asked Mademoiselle Archimbault in a
broken voice. "When you have explained, I will answer your questions."
Quincy took the card from her hand and glanced at it. "What a big
blunder I made and yet what a fortunate one," cried he, for he now saw
that he had sent in Lord Hastings's card bearing the London address.
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