The little bit of cynicism which had appeared in that remark about the care of the child showed also in the lines of his mouth; yet his eyes had the same old true, honest look.

But a man cannot be hit in mortal places once or twice in his life without its being etched on his face or dropped like a pinch of aloe from his tongue.
Still they sat and talked much longer, Frank showing better than when his brother came, Richard gone grey and tired.

At last Richard rose and motioned towards the window.

"See, Frank," he said, "it is morning." Then he went and lifted the blind.

The grey, unpurged air oozed on the glass.