Do you remember any one, either here or elsewhere, so like my father, Captain Castlewood, as to be taken for him at first sight, until a difference of expression and of walk was noticed ?" Mr.Stixon looked at me with some surprise, and then began to think profoundly, and in doing so he supported his chin with one hand.
"Let me see--like the Captain ?" He reflected slowly: "Did I ever see a gentleman like poor Master George, as was?
A gentleman, of course, it must have been--and a very tall, handsome, straight gentleman, to be taken anyhow for young Master George.

And he must have been very like him, too, to be taken for him by resemblance.

Well then, miss, to the best of my judgment, I never did see such a gentleman." "I don't know whether it was a gentleman or not," I answered, with some impatience at his tantalizing slowness; "but he carried his chin stretched forth--like this." For Stixon's own attitude had reminded me of a little point in Jacob Rigg's description, which otherwise might have escaped me.
"Lor', now, and he carried his chin like that!" resumed the butler, with an increase of intelligence by no means superfluous.

"Why, let me see, now, let me see.

Something do come across my mind when you puts out your purty chin, miss; but there, it must have been a score of years agone, or more--perhaps five-and-twenty.