What's Bred in the Bone

home, Saturday, May 29

; ten

hat Elma would be there; but still, Chetwood Court was well within range of Tilgate town, and Mont

d sole on his fork as he spoke, "I'm not going all that w

was very much interested in her, and it struck him at once that what interested him was likely also to interest his twin brother. And t

mind in the matter, that he presented himself duly with Nevitt at Wate

y as well see what the girl's like, anyhow. If she's got to be my sister-in-law-which seem

a well-wooded hill overlooking the boundless blue weald of Surrey. Nevitt and the War

d their pedigrees. She took the talking so completely off his hands, however, that, after a very few minutes, Guy, who was by nature of a lazy and contemplative disposition, had almost ceased to trouble himself about what she said, interposing "indeeds" and "reallys" with

sparent complexion. Her expression was merry, but with a strange and attractive undertone, he thought, of some mysterious charm. A more taking girl, indeed, now he came to look c

ith the olive-brown complexion had held out her hand to h

Godfrey. He's so awfully like him. I should have known him a

ed gracefully; he w

, as he took the proffered hand in his own warmly. "If it comes to that, I'm M

king around with quite an eager interest at the crowd in the distance. "Naturally,

ickly to Guy, "we're all so grateful to your brother for his kindness to our girl in that dreadful accident the other day at Lavington, that we can't help thinking and talking of

the pretty girl. "I'll fetch him round by-and-by to pay his respects in due form. He'll b

re shot through Elma's eyes. Her painter hadn't

e answered, blushing; "you're so much like him in some ways, thou

e me for Cyril himself at once. You're the very first person I ever knew in my life, exc

as if shocked and hurt

likeness-as brothers may be like one another. Your features are the same, and the colour of your hair and eyes, and all that sort of thing; bu

nybody who'd seen my brother once or twice, and who didn't take me for him, or him for me, the very first time he saw us apart. But then," he added, after a

y noticed in passing that

a somewhat hurried voice, making an in

me you had made friends with him, and weren't one bit afraid of him

with some warmth. "He's in the prime of life. He's so

asked, with a vague maternal sense of d

ically. "Why, he's just lovely and beautiful. He's such a glorious green and

ng across at her daughter the same stealthy sort of look s

Oh, Elma! Why, you never told me that. An

be put down by excl

ying that when you were at St. Kitts with him you never minded them a bit, but caught them in your hands li

r fixedly for a few secon

ent effort. "Most things are, in fact, in this world we live

tache; but he hardly looked more than fifty for all that, as Guy judged at once from his erect carriage and the singular youthfulness of both face and figure. That he was a born aristocrat one could see in every motion of his well-built limbs. His mien had that ineffable air of grace and breeding which sometimes marks the memb

he's over yonder, is she? Ah, well, I'll look out for her. We heard you were to be here. Oh, how kind of you; thank you. No, Elma's none the worse for her adventure, thank Heaven! just a li

e keen grey eyes of theirs, observed at once that, unmoved as he appeared, a thunderbolt falling at Colonel Kelmscott's feet could not more thoroughly or completely have stunned him. For a second or two he gazed in the young man's face uneasily, his colour came and went, his bosom heaved in silence; then he roped his moustache with his trembling fingers, and tried in vain to pump up some harmless r

lainly to one another. The deep intuition that descended to both was enoug

kward silence that supervened upon the group. "The brother of Mr. Cyri

imperceptibly to t

last. "I've read about it, of course; it was in all the papers..