A spectator might have observed that this worship was manifest to Mr.Jacks, and that it by no means displeased him.
"You are very like your father, Mr.Otway," was the host's first remark after a moment of ceremony.

"Very like what he was forty years ago." He laughed, not quite naturally, glancing at his wife.

"At that time he and I were much together.

But he went to London; I stayed in the North; and so we lost sight of each other for many a long year.

Somewhere about 1870 we met by chance, on a Channel steamer; yes, it was just before the war; I remember your father prophesied it, and foretold its course very accurately.