He was, for that country, somewhat fastidious in dress, his eyes were mildly humorous, and his face was pleasant, while he had not as yet wholly lost the stamp of the graceful idler he had brought with him from England.
"This," said Deringham with the faintest trace of irony, "is our kinsman, Mr.Henry Alton of Carnaby.

You have seen him already.

My daughter Alice, Mr.Alton!" The girl stood still a moment, and glanced at Seaforth, whom she could not recollect having seen before, with something that suggested not altogether unpleased surprise in her face.

His appearance and attitude disarmed her, but as she was about to speak to him the other man moved so that the fading light fell full upon him.

He stood, tall and almost statuesque in his torn overalls, with the misty pines rolling up the hillside behind him, and a big axe in his hand--a type, it seemed to her, of Western barbarity--and a red spot, faint but perceptible, rose into her cheeks as he bent his head.