But there could hardly be two youths more different in their appearance.

Louis, though his father and mother were both robust persons, was short and slight, and now of a sickly frame.

Frank was a picture of health and strength; but, though manly in disposition, was by no means precocious either in appearance or manners.

Louis Scatcherd looked as though he was four years the other's senior.

He had been sent to Eton when he was fifteen, his father being under the impression that this was the most ready and best-recognised method of making him a gentleman.