There was no question to be asked them, but each person as he looked at them would of course think that somebody else would recognise them.

They were decently dressed,--dressed probably in such garments as gentlemen generally wear on winter mornings,--but any one would know at a glance that they were not English gentlemen.

And they were of an appearance unfamiliar to any one there but Caldigate himself,--clean, but rough, not quite at home in their clothes, which had probably been bought ready-made; with rough, ignoble faces,--faces which you would suspect, but faces, nevertheless, which had in them something of courage.

As the little crowd prepared to move from the font, the two men got up and stood in their places.
Caldigate took the opportunity to say a word to Mr.Bromley before he turned round, so that he might yet pause before he decided.

At that moment he resolved that he would recognise his enemy, and treat him with the courtesy of old friendship.