There were, even in the round, unformed, boyish face, the same wide open eyes; the same expression of the mouth, as though a smile were close at hand; the same smooth, placid brow.

His chin was a little bolder than his father's.

Livingstone was pleased to note it.
He determined to have his portrait painted by the best painter he could find.

He would not consider the cost.

Why should he?
He was worth--at the thought the seven gleaming figures flashed out clear between his eyes and the portrait in his hand.
Livingstone turned suddenly and faced himself in the full length mirror at his side.