Though moulded upon lines so completely dissimilar, they bore the same indelible stamp--the stamp of good birth which can never be attained by such as have it not.

Sir Eustace Studley was the handsomest man in the room.

His imperial costume suited his somewhat arrogant carriage.

He looked like a man born to command.

His keen eyes glanced hither and thither with an eagle-like intensity that missed nothing.