One of these was a remarkably well-made man

 

One of these was a remarkably well-made man of five-and-thirty, with a face as English as that of the old gentleman I have just sketched was something else; a noticeably handsome face, fresh-coloured, fair, and frank, with firm, straight features, a lively grey eye, and the rich adornment of a chestnut beard.

 

 

This person had a certain fortunate, brilliant exceptional look----the air of a happy temperament fertilized by a high civilization--- which would have made almost any observer envy him at a venture. He was booted and spurred, as if he had dismounted from a long ride; he wore a white hat, which look to large for him; he held his two hands behind him, and in one of them---a large, white, well-shaped fist----was crumpled a pair of soiled dog-skin gloves.

 

 

His companion,measuring the length of the lawn beside him, was a person of quite another pattern, who although he might have excited grave curiosity, would not , like the other , have provoked you to wish yourself, almost blindly, in his place.
Tell, lean, loosely and feebly put together, he had un ugly, sickey, witty,charming face--furnished, but by no means felicitous; and he wore a brown velvet jacket. He carried his hands in his pockets, and there was something in the way he did it that showed the habit was inveterate. His gait had a shambling, wandering quality; he was not very firm on his legs.As I have said,whenever he passed the old man in the chair, he rested his eyes upon him; and at this moment, with there face brought into relation, youy would easily have seen that they were father and son.
The father cauth his son's eye at last, and gave him a mild, responsible smile.

 

"I am getting on very well," he said.
"Have you drunk your tea?" asked the son.
"Yes, and enjoyed it."
"Shall I gave you some more?"
The old man considered, placidly.
"Well, I guess I will wait and see."
He had, in speaking, the American tone.
"Are you clod?" his son inquired.
The father slowely rubbed his legs.
"Well I don't know. I can't tell till I fell.'
"Perhaps some one might fell for you.' said the younger man, laughing.'
"Oh, I hope some one will always fell for me! Don't you fell for me, Lord Warburton?'
"Oh, yes, immensely," said the gentleman addressed as Lord Warburton, promptly.
"I am bound to say you look wonderfully comfortable."

 

"Well, I suppose I am, in most respects." And the old man looked down at his green shawl, and smoothed it over his knees. " The fact is, I have been comfortable so many years that I suppose I have got so used to it I don't know it.'
"Yes, that's the bore of comfort," said Lord Warburton." "We only know when we are uncomfortable."
"It strikes me that we are rather particular, " said his companion.
"Oh yes, there is no doubt we're particular, " Lord Warburton murmured."
And then the three men remained silent awhile; the two younger ones standing looking down at the other, who presently asked for more tea.
"I should think you would be very unhappy with that shawl," said Lord Warburton, while his companion filled the old man's cup again.