"They are not at all alike."
Implying, I supposed, that my former and my present self were two individuals.
"Not at all," replied Cornelius, who had the faculty of entering at once into the peculiarities of those with whom he conversed.
"Of course you are sure it is the right one," suggested Mr. Thornton.
"Quite sure."
"She has grown," was the next observation of my grandfather; as if the fact astonished him.
Cornelius did not answer. My heart sank to see him rise; he laid his hand on my arm, and said gravely—
"Sir, four years ago, I pledged my word that whenever you wished for this young girl, you should have her. Here she is. I have kept my word."
"And mean to keep it still?" hinted Mr. Thornton, darting a quick and piercing look from me to him.
Cornelius reddened, and replied shortly—