"Well, Mr. Rouncewell," George replies, leaning forward with his left arm on his knee and his hat in his hand, and very chary of meeting his brother's eye, "I am not without my expectations that in the present visit I may prove to be more free than welcome. I have served as a dragoon in my day, and a comrade of mine that I was once rather partial to was, if I don't deceive myself, a brother of yours. I believe you had a brother who gave his family some trouble, and ran away, and never did any good but in keeping away?"
"Are you quite sure," returns the ironmaster in an altered voice, "that your name is Steel?"
The trooper falters and looks at him. His brother starts up, calls him by his name, and grasps him by both hands.

"Well, Mr. Rouncewell," George replies, leaning forward and very chary of meeting his brother's eye, "I may not be fully welcome. I have served as a dragoon in my day, and a comrade of mine was a brother of yours. I believe you had a brother who gave his family some trouble, and ran away, and never did any good but in keeping away?"
"Are you quite sure," returns the ironmaster in an altered voice, "that your name is Steel?"
The trooper falters and looks at him. His brother starts up, calls him by his name, and grasps him by both hands.
