nape of the neck exactly as hers did--although this resemblance was
obscured by the fact that Rosalind wore a fringe, and carefully curled
all the short hairs at the back of her head.

The greatest difference of all lay in the expression of the two faces.
Mrs. Romaine had certainly no frankness in her countenance, but she had
plenty of smiling pleasantness and play of emotion. Oliver's face was
like a sullen mask: it was motionless, stolid even, and unamiable. There
were people who raved about his beauty, and nicknamed him Antinous and
Adonis. But these were not physiognomists....

Mrs. Romaine had two brothers, both some years younger than herself.
Oliver, the youngest and her favorite, was about thirty, and called
himself a barrister. As he had no briefs, however, it was currently
reported that he lived by means of light literature, play, and judicious
sponging upon his sister. The elder brother, Francis, was a
ne'er-do-weel, and seldom appeared upon the scene. When he did appear,
it was always a sign of trouble and want of cash.

"So you have had Brooke here again?" Oliver inquired.

"How did you know, Noll?"

She turned her dark eyes upon him rather anxiously. Oliver's views and
opinions were of consequence to her.

"I saw him come in. I was coming up, but I turned round again and went
away. Had a smoke in the Square till I saw him come out. Didn't want to
spoil your little game, whatever it was."

He spoke with a kind of soft drawl, not unpleasing to the ear at first,
but irritating if too long continued. It seemed to irritate his sister
now. She tapped impatiently on the floor with her toe as she replied--

"How vulgar you are sometimes, Oliver! But all society is vulgar
now-a-days, and I suppose one ought not to complain. I have no 'little
game,' as you express it, and there was not the slightest need for you
to have stayed away."

Oliver was sitting on a sofa, with his elbows on his knees and the tips
of his long white fingers meeting each other. When Mrs. Romaine ended
her petulant little speech he turned his dark eyes upon her and smiled.
He said nothing, however, and his silence offended his sister even more
than his speech.

"It is easy to see that you do not believe me," she said, "and I think
it is very rude of you to be so sceptical. If you _have_ any remarks to
make on the subject pray make them at once."

"My dear Rosy, I have no remarks to make at all," said Oliver, easily.
"Take your ow