I inquired idiotically . Amusement glimmered but over Miss Armstrong 's boredom . She probably concluded that I was some harmless lunatic . `` Like me ? Not at all . There could n't be two people more dissimilar . Marian is quite dark . I am fair . And our features are altogether unlike . Why , good evening , Jack . Yes , I believe I did promise you this dance . '' She bowed to me and skimmed away with Jack . I saw Aunt Grace bearing down upon me and fled incontinently . In my own room I flung myself on a chair and tried to think the matter out . Where did the mistake come in ? How had it happened ? I shut my eyes and conjured up the vision of Peter 's room that day . I remembered vaguely that , when I had picked up Dorothy Armstrong 's picture , I had noticed another photograph that had fallen face downward beside it . That must have been Marian Lindsay 's , and Peter had thought I meant it . And now what a position I was in !
I was conscious XXXXX bitter disappointment .
Like at beside in of over that to unlike with