It was not merely that these eyes were large, or steady, or the softest ruddy brown.

There was a look in them, besides, which thrilled the Doctor, and made him half uneasy.

He was sure he had seen such a look before, and yet he could not remember how or where.

It was as if this boy, who was quite a stranger to him, had the eyes of an old friend or an old enemy.

And the boy would give him no peace; he seemed profoundly indifferent to what was going on, or rather abstracted from it in a superior contemplation, beating gently with his feet against the bars of the chair, and holding his hands folded on his lap.