butions to the art of pleasing are generally confined to looking like a gentleman and being one. No,” added Stennis, “he'll never suit you, Dodd; you like more head on your liquor. You'll find him as dull as ditch water.”
“Has he big blonde side-whiskers like tusks?” I asked, mindful of the photograph of Goddedaal.
“Certainly not: why should he?” was the reply.
“Does he write many letters?” I continued.
“God knows,” said Stennis. “What is wrong with you? I never saw you taken this way before.”
“The fact is, I think I know the man,” said I. “I think I'm looking for him. I rather think he is my long-lost brother.”
“Not twins, anyway,” returned Stennis.
And about the same time, a carriage driving up to the inn, he took his departure.
I walked till dinner-time in the plain, keeping to the fields; for I instinctively shunned observation, and was racked by many incongruous and impatient feelings. Here was a man whose voice I had once heard, whose doings had filled so many days of my life with interest and distress, whom I had lain awake to dream of like a lover; and now his hand was on the door; now we were to meet; now I was to learn at last the mystery of the substituted crew. The sun went down over the plain of the Angelus, and as the hour approached, my courage lessened. I let the laggard peasants pass me on the homeward way. The lamps were lit, the soup was served, the company were all at table, and the room sounded already with multitudinous talk before I entered. I took my place and found I was opposite to Madden. Over six feet high and well set up, the hair dark and streaked with silver, the eyes dark and kindly, the mouth very good-natured, the teeth admirable; linen and hands exquisite; English clothes, an English voice, an English bearing: the man stood out conspicuous from the
