Presently, he turned a glance upon the young man standing near to him, and in that moment his expression entirely altered.
"Why," he exclaimed, "Piers!" The other gave a start of astonishment, and at once smiled recognition.
"Daniel! I hadn't looked--I had no idea----" They shook hands, with graceful cordiality on the elder man's part, with a slightly embarrassed goodwill on that of the younger.

Daniel Otway, whose age was about eight-and-thirty, stood in the relation of half-brotherhood to Piers, a relation suggested by no single trait of their visages.
Piers had a dark complexion, a face of the square, emphatic type, and an eye of shy vivacity; Daniel, with the long, smooth curves of his countenance and his chestnut hair was, in the common sense, better looking, and managed his expression with a skill which concealed the characteristics visible a few moments ago; he bore himself like a suave man of the world, whereas his brother still betrayed something of the boy in tone and gesture, something, too, of the student accustomed to seclusion.

Daniel's accent had nothing at all in keeping with a shabby coat; that of the younger man was less markedly refined, with much more of individuality.
"You live in London ?" inquired Daniel, reading the other's look as if affectionately.
"No.

Out at Ewell--in Surrey." "Oh yes, I know Ewell.

Reading ?" "Yes for the Civil Service.