"That's right," he said briefly. "We will have some breakfast
before we start business."

"Oh, you have been waiting!" she exclaimed with compunction. "I'm
so sorry. I'm not generally so lazy."

"Don't apologize!" he said. "You've done exactly what I hoped
you'd do. Sit down, won't you? Take the end of the table!"

His manner was friendly though curt. Her embarrassment fell from
her as she complied. They sat, facing one another, and, the light
being upon him, she gave him a steady look. He was not nearly so
much like Guy as she had thought the previous night, though
undoubtedly there was a strong resemblance. On a closer inspection
she did not think him handsome, but the keen alertness of him
attracted her. He looked as if physical endurance were a quality
he had brought very near to perfection. He had the stamp of the
gladiator upon him. He had wrestled against odds.

After a moment or two he turned his eyes unexpectedly to hers. It
was a somewhat disconcerting habit of his.

"A satisfactory result, I hope?" he said.

She did not look away. "I don't consider myself a good character
reader," she said. "But you are certainly not so much like Guy as
I thought at first sight."

"Thank you," he said. "I must confess I prefer to be like myself."