Actually he has turned teetotaller! It would kill me in a week." I make a point of never arguing with a fellow like that, but I think I had a vindictive longing, as I looked at him, to shut him up with the Major for a month, and see what would happen.
These twin brothers were curiously alike in face and curiously unlike in nature.

So much for the great science of physiognomy! It often seemed to me that they were the complement of each other.

For instance, Derrick in society was extremely silent, Lawrence was a rattling talker; Derrick, when alone with you, would now and then reveal unsuspected depths of thought and expression; Lawrence, when alone with you, very frequently showed himself to be a cad.

The elder twin was modest and diffident, the younger inclined to brag; the one had a strong tendency to melancholy, the other was blest or cursed with the sort of temperament which has been said to accompany "a hard heart and a good digestion." I was not surprised to find that the son who could not tolerate the governor's presence for more than an hour or two, was a prime favourite with the old man; that was just the way of the world.

Of course, the Major was as polite as possible to him; Derrick got the kicks and Lawrence the half-pence.
In the evenings we played whist, Lawrence coming in after dinner, "For, you know," he explained to me, "I really couldn't get through a meal with nothing but those infernal mineral waters to wash it down." And here I must own that at my first visit I had sailed rather close to the wind; for when the Major, like the Hatter in 'Alice,' pressed me to take wine, I--not seeing any--had answered that I did not take it; mentally adding the words, "in your house, you brute!" The two brothers were fond of each other after a fashion.