Again Miss Helstone returned thanks. She thought what a kind heart was hidden under her visitor's seeming chilliness. Observing that Mrs. Pryor again glanced with an air of interest towards the portraits, as she walked down the room, Caroline casually explained: "The likeness that hangs near the window, you will see, is my uncle, taken twenty years ago; the other, to the left of the mantelpiece, is his brother James, my father."
"They resemble each other in some measure," said Mrs. Pryor; "yet a difference of character may be traced in the different mould of the brow and mouth."
"What difference?" inquired Caroline, accompanying her to the door. "James Helstone--that is, my father--is generally considered the best-looking of the two. Strangers, I remark, always exclaim, 'What a handsome man!' Do you think his picture handsome, Mrs. Pryor?"
"It is much softer or finer featured than that of your uncle."

Miss Helstone thanked her, thinking what a kind heart was hidden under her visitor's seeming chilliness. Observing that Mrs. Pryor again glanced at the portraits, Caroline explained:
"The likeness that hangs near the window, you will see, is my uncle, taken twenty years ago; the other is his brother James, my father."
"They resemble each other," said Mrs. Pryor; "yet a difference of character may be traced in the brow and mouth."
"What difference?" inquired Caroline, accompanying her to the door. "James Helstone - my father - is generally considered by strangers to be the better-looking of the two. Do you think his picture handsome, Mrs. Pryor?"
"It is much finer featured than that of your uncle."
