No handsomer, not a whit, but more accustomed to society, easier in his manners and more gallant to ladies.

Could it be Irving Stanley?
she asked herself, remembering now to have heard that he did resemble Hugh, and also that he wore glasses.

Yes, she was sure, and the red which the doctor had pronounced "well put on," deepened on her cheeks, until her whole face was crimson with mortification, that such should have been her first introduction to the aristocratic Irving.
Kind and gentle as a woman, Irving Stanley was sometimes laughed at by his own sex, as too gentle, too feminine in disposition; but those who knew him best loved him most, and loved him, too, just because he was not so stern, so harsh, so overbearing as lords of creation are wont to be.
Such was Irving Stanley, and 'Lina might well be thankful that her lot was cast so near him.

He did not talk to her at the table further than a few commonplace remarks, but when, after dinner was over, and his Havana smoked, he found her sitting with her mother out in the grove, apart from everybody, and knew instantly that they were there alone, he went to them at once, and ere many minutes had elapsed discovered to his surprise that they were his so-called cousins from Kentucky.

Nothing could exceed 'Lina's delight.