CHAPTER X.THE BROTHERS.
'Con has learnt one secret,' said Philip, quitting his chair.
Patrick went up to him, and, 'Give us a hug,' he said, and the hug was given.
They were of an equal height, tall young men, alert, nervously braced from head to foot, with the differences between soldier and civilian marked by the succintly military bearing of the elder brother, whose movements were precise and prompt, and whose frame was leopardlike in indolence.

Beside him Patrick seemed cubbish, though beside another he would not have appeared so.

His features were not so brilliantly regular, but were a fanciful sketch of the same design, showing a wider pattern of the long square head and the forehead, a wavering at the dip of the nose, livelier nostrils: the nostrils dilated and contracted, and were exceeding alive.

His eyelids had to do with the look of his eyes, and were often seen cutting the ball.

Philip's eyes were large on the pent of his brows, open, liquid, and quick with the fire in him.