"I seem to know his face well; and yet he does not know me, for he just now glanced at me, without recognizing me.

You know most of the gentry in this neighbourhood.

Do you know him ?" "No, I cannot say that I do, Raoul; though I, too, seem to have a recollection of his face.

It is a sort of face one remembers, too.
I should think his family must belong to the north, for you do not often see men of that complexion about here.

He looks very young, not above nineteen or twenty; but there is a look of earnestness and resolution, about his face, that would point to his being some years older." Dismissing the matter from his mind, Raoul joined in the conversation round him.