It was the face of one habituated to platforms and assemblies, full of a certain selfconscious authority.

But to-night its possessor seemed ill at ease.
His cheeks were flushed and his eye distracted.
The other had drawn his chair to the fire, so that one side of him was lit by the late spring sun and one by the glow from the hearth.

That figure we first saw in the Springfield store had altered little in the eighteen years.

There was no grey in the coarse black hair, but the lines in the sallow face were deeper, and there were dark rings under the hollow eyes.

The old suit of blue jeans had gone; and he wore now a frock-coat, obviously new, which was a little too full for his gaunt frame.