Then a moment later, as they passed down the long hall in response to the summons to dinner, and he caught a glimpse, in one of the mirrors, of a tolerably good-looking, professional gentleman of nearly forty, he wondered why he suddenly felt so much older than ever before.
Miss Carleton was seated beside him at dinner, while nearly opposite was Harry Scott, conversing with young Mainwaring.

He was quietly but elegantly dressed, and his fine physique and noble bearing, as well as the striking beauty of his dark face, seemed more marked than usual.

Mr.Whitney watched the young secretary narrowly.
Something in the play of his features seemed half familiar, and yet gave him a strange sense of pain, but why, he could not determine.
"Mr.Whitney," said Miss Carleton, in a low tone, "did you ever observe a resemblance at times between Mr.Scott and your friend, Mr.Hugh Mainwaring ?" The attorney looked up in surprise.

"Why, no, Miss Carleton, I would not think a resemblance possible.

Mr.Scott is much darker and his features are altogether different." "Oh, I did not refer to any resemblance of feature or complexion, but his manner, and sometimes his expression, strikes me as very similar.