"None of that thick, ill-cut look we are obliged to observe in so many of the younger people we see when we go into Upminster each year." "And why should he look thick or ill-cut, Sister ?" Miss Roberta replied.
"Mr.Carlyon told me the Derringhams have been seated at Derringham since fabulous times." Thus this last of that race was appreciated fully in at least two antiquated female hearts.
But meanwhile the cloth was being removed, and the port wine and old Madeira placed before the elder hostess.
"Our father's cellar was famous for its port," she said, "and we have a few bottles of the '47 left." But now she felt it was only manners to turn to Mr.Carlyon upon her other hand, so John Derringham was left in silence, no obligation to talk to Halcyone making itself felt.

She turned and looked at him, he interested her very much.

Mr.Carlyon had quantities of books of photographs of all the famous statues in Europe and especially in Italy and Greece, but she could not find any likeness to him in any of her recollection of them.

Alas! his face was not at all Greek.

His nose was high and aquiline, his forehead high and broad, and there was something noble and dominating in his fearless regard.