I learned to do that on my way out.

I learned to wear a beard too.

Not very becoming, is it ?"--and a low, forced laugh escaped his lips.

"But shaving is not easy aboard ship or in the mines." Pawson made no reply.

He had been studying his guest the closer while he was talking, his mind more on the man than on what he was saying.
The old Harry, which the dim light of the hall and room had hidden, was slowly coming back to him:--the quick turn of the head; the way his lips quivered when he laughed; the exquisitely modelled nose and brow, and the way the hair grew on the temples.