And those who surrounded him and who were evidently his guests were worthy of notice too.

There was Edward Charteris, as well born as any in the hall, and a pattern in manners and dress for the young men of New York, and there was the tall youth with the tanned face, and the wonderful, vivid eyes, who must surely, by his appearance, be the representative of some noble family, there was the young Indian chief, uncommon in height and with the dignity and majesty of the forest, an Indian whose like had never been seen in New York before, and there was the gigantic Willet, whose massive head and calm face were so redolent of strength.

Beyond all question it was a most unusual and striking company that Master Benjamin Hardy had brought with him, and old and young whispered together as they looked at them, especially at Robert and Tayoga.
Mr.Hardy was conscious of the stir he had made, and he liked it, not for himself alone, but also for another.

He glanced at Robert and saw how finely and clearly his features were cut, how clear was the blue of his eyes and the great width between them, and he drew a long breath of satisfaction.
"'Tis a good youth.

Nature, lineage and Willet have done well," he said to himself.
More of the fashion of New York came in and then a group of British officers, several of whom nodded to Grosvenor.
"The tall man with the gray hair at the temples is my colonel, Brandon," he said.