He had seen at Olmer Lady Charlotte's treasured miniature portrait of her brother; a perfect likeness, she said--complaining the neat instant of injustice done to the fire of his look.
Fire was low down behind the eyes at present.

They were quick to scan and take summary of their object, as the young man felt while observing for himself.

Height and build of body were such as might be expected in the brother of Lady Charlotte and from the tales of his prowess.

Weyburn had a glance back at Cuper's boys listening to the tales.
The soldier-lord's manner was courteously military--that of an established superior indifferent to the deferential attitude he must needs enact.

His curt nick of the head, for a response to the visitor's formal salutation, signified the requisite acknowledgment, like a city creditor's busy stroke of the type-stamp receipt upon payment.
The ceremony over, he pitched a bugle voice to fit the contracted area: "I hear from Mr.Abner that you have made acquaintance with Olmer.