This was Jack's father.

In his manner, in everything about him, there were suggestions of Jack.

This seemed to be a creature hewn, as it were, from the same material, moulded on the same lines, with slightly divergent tools.

And for him--who can tell?
The love that was in her heart may have reached out to meet almost as great a love locked up in his proud soul.

It may have shown itself to him, openly, fearlessly, recklessly, as love sometimes does when it is strong and pure.
He had carefully selected a seat within the shadow of the curtains; but Jocelyn saw quite suddenly that he was an older man than she had taken him to be the evening before.