"He does not choose to have any other star near him!" she exclaimed.
The widow broke in: "Little simpleton! I know people who cannot even bear to have a likeness traced between themselves and any one else .-- But this you must permit, Orion--you were quite right just now, Neforis; his mouth and brow might have been taken from his father's face." The remark was quite accurate; and yet it would have been hard to imagine two men more unlike than the bright youth full of vitality, and the languid old man on the couch, to whom even the small exertion of moving the men was an effort.

The Mukaukas might once have been like his son, but in some long past time.

Thin grey locks now only covered one half of his bald head, and of his eyes, which, thirty years since, had sparkled perhaps as keenly as Orion's, there was usually nothing, or very little to be seen; for the heavy lids always drooped over them as though they had lost the power to open, and this gave his handsome but deathly-pale face a somewhat owl-like look.

It was not morose, however; on the contrary the mingled lines of suffering and of benevolent kindliness resulted in an expression only of melancholy.

The mouth and flabby cheeks were as motionless as though they were dead.