"I have had a great sorrow in my life, and I like sometimes to be alone to think about it." The two men looked at each other, but they liked each other all the better for such open confession.
When a few days had passed, it was Lord Arleigh who felt unwilling to leave his companion.

He had never felt more at home than he did with Lord Mountdean.

He had met no one so simple, so manly, so intelligent, and at the same time such a good fellow.

There were little peculiarities in the earl, too, that struck him very forcibly; they seemed to recall some faint, vague memory, a something that he could never grasp, that was always eluding him, yet that was perfectly clear; and he was completely puzzled.
"Have I ever met you before ?" he asked the earl one day.
"I do not think so.

I have no remembrance of ever having sees you." "Your voice and face are familiar to me," the younger man continued.
"One or two of your gestures are as well known to me as though I had lived with you for years." "Remembrances of that kind sometimes strike me," said the earl--"a mannerism, a something that one cannot explain.