The younger brother was only a little over the ordinary height; he was rather fat than thin; he wore a moustache and whiskers; he dressed smartly--and his prevailing expression announced that he was thoroughly well satisfied with himself.
But he inherited Benjulia's gipsy complexion; and, in form and colour, he had Benjulia's eyes.
"How-d'ye-do, Nathan ?" he said.
"What the devil brings you here ?" was the answer.
Lemuel passed over his brother's rudeness without notice.

His mouth curled up at the corners with a mischievous smile.
"I thought you wished to see my letter," he said.
"Why couldn't you send it by post ?" "My wife wished me to take the opportunity of calling on you." "That's a lie," said Benjulia quietly.

"Try another excuse.

Or do a new thing.

For once, speak the truth." Without waiting to hear the truth, he led the way into the room in which he had received Ovid.