There was another silence.
"I don't think we ever met before ?" observed Fentress.

There was something in the fixed stare his visitor was bending upon him that he found disquieting, just why, he could not have told.
But that fixed stare of the judge's continued.

No, the man had not changed--he had grown older certainly, but age had not come ungracefully; he became the glossy broadcloth and spotless linen he wore.

Here was a man who could command the good things of life, using them with a rational temperance.

The room itself was in harmony with his character; it was plain but rich in its appointments, at once his library and his office, while the well-filled cases ranged about the walls showed his tastes to be in the main scholarly and intellectual.
"How long have you lived here ?" asked the judge abruptly.