"Like the Governor's lady!" he said. "And I know, for I've been to a
ball at Government House."
He plainly cared much more for appearances than did Harold. He was
not so tall, much slighter, with darker hair, rather too shiny, and a
neatly turned up moustache, a gorgeous tie and watch chain, a
brilliant breast pin, a more brilliant ring, and a general air that
made me conclude that he regarded himself as a Sydney beau. But
Harold, in his loose, rough grey suit, was very different. His
height was extraordinary, his breadth of chest and shoulder equally
gigantic, though well proportioned, and with a look of easy strength,
and, as Viola had said, his head was very much what one knows as the
Lion Heart's, not Marochetti's trim carpet knight, but Vertue's
rugged portrait from the monument at Fontevrand. There was the same
massive breadth of feature, large yet not heavy, being relieved by
the exceeding keenness and quickness of the light but very blue eyes,
which ssemed to see everywhere round in a moment, as men do in wild
countries. The short thick yellow curly beard and moustache veiled
the lower part of the face; but the general expression, when still,
was decidedly a sad one, though a word or a trick of Dora's would
call up a smile all over the browned cheeks and bright eyes. His
form and colouring must have come from the Cumberland statesman, but
people said his voice and expression had much of his father in them;
and no one could think him ungentlemanly, though he was not like any
English gentleman.
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