"How could I expect that you should remember all at once?
But _you_ are not changed.

I knew you the first moment.

It is the same kind, good face which I remember well." Mr.Alwynn blushed a faint blush, which any word of praise could always call up; and then, reminded of the presence of Mrs.Alwynn by a short cough, which that lady always had in readiness wherewith to recall him to a sense of duty, he turned to her and introduced Dare.
Dare made another beautiful bow; and while he accepted a cup of tea from Mrs.Alwynn, Mr.Alwynn had time to look attentively at him with his mild gray eyes.

He was a slight, active-looking young man of middle height, decidedly un-English in appearance and manner, with dark roving eyes, mustaches very much twirled up, and a lean brown face, that was exceedingly handsome in a style to which Mr.Alwynn was not accustomed.
And this was Henry Dare's second son, the son by his French wife, who had been brought up abroad, of whom no one had ever heard or cared to hear, who had now succeeded, by his half-brother's sudden death, to Vandon, a property adjoining Slumberleigh.
The eager foreign face was becoming familiar to Mr.Alwynn.Dare was like his mother; but he sat exactly as Mr.Alwynn had seen his father sit many a time in that very chair.

The attitude was the same.