Mr.Vanborough was tall and dark--a dashing, handsome man; with an energy in his face which all the world saw; with an inbred falseness under it which only a special observer could detect.

Mr.Kendrew was short and light--slow and awkward in manner, except when something happened to rouse him.

Looking in _his_ face, the world saw an ugly and undemonstrative little man.

The special observer, penetrating under the surface, found a fine nature beneath, resting on a steady foundation of honor and truth.
Mr.Vanborough opened the conversation.
"If you ever marry," he said, "don't be such a fool, Kendrew, as I have been.

Don't take a wife from the stage." "If I could get such a wife as yours," replied the other, "I would take her from the stage to-morrow.