"You are so grave; you have such a square brow; and your face is sallow. I never regard you as a young man, nor as Robert's junior."
"Don't you? I thought not. Imagine Robert's clear-cut, handsome face looking over my shoulder. Does not the apparition make vividly manifest the obtuse mould of my heavy traits? There!" (he started), "I have been expecting that wire to vibrate this last half-hour."
The dinner-bell rang, and Shirley rose.

"You are so grave, I never regard you as a young man, nor as Robert's junior."
"I thought not." He started as the dinner-bell rang; and Shirley rose.
