You're the living image of somebody, but who it is I can't for the life of me imagine.

What do you say your name is ?" "My surname, you mean ?--Trevor," replied Austin, beginning to be rather interested.
"Trevor!" cried Lady Merthyr Tydvil, her voice rising almost to a squeak.

"No relation to Geoffrey Trevor who was in the 16th Lancers ?" "He was my father," said Austin, much surprised.
"Why, my dear, my dear, he was a _great_ friend of mine!" exclaimed the old lady, raising both her hands.

"I knew him twenty years ago and more, and was fonder of him than I ever let out to anybody.

Of course it doesn't matter a bit now, but I always told him that if I'd been a single woman, and a quarter of a century younger, I'd have married him out of hand.