There was a mirror beside the fireplace, the glass painted at the edge with slender flowers and cupids in the Caroline fashion.

He saw his reflection and it pleased him.

The long face with the pointed chin, the deep-set dark eyes, the skin brown with weather--he seemed to detect a resemblance to Wharton.

Or was it Beaufort?
Anyhow, now that the shabby coat was off, he might well be a great man in undress.

"My lord!" Why not?
His father had always told him he came of an old high family.