Oh! by the way, the Rector and Jenny are coming to dinner." "What does Jenny say to it all ?" asked Dick gently.
"Oh! Jenny laughs." These two young men--for Archie was only twenty-five, and Dick a year or two older--were quite remarkably like one another in manner and general bearing.

Each, though their faces were entirely different, wore that same particular form of mask that is fashionable just now.

Each had a look in his eyes as if the blinds were down--rather insolent and yet rather pleasant.

Each moved in the same kind of way, slow and deliberate; each spoke quietly on rather a low note, and used as few words as possible.

Each, just now, wore a short braided dinner-jacket of precisely the same cut.
For the rest, they were quite unlike.