“I am not so sure of that. I think I have seen him. Would he not be about seventeen now?”
“Yes, and you have seen him?”
It was with difficulty the old lady kept her tones within bounds.
“But you cannot be sure it is the same,” she went on.
“No. I cannot be certain, but I am pretty sure.”
“Perhaps he looks like his father. Wait, I think I can find a picture of him in the dark.”
“But I cannot see it in the dark.”
“By holding it close to the window you can get the ray from the lamp on it There! here it is, I think.”
Mrs. Fox took the portrait to the front of the room, and parting the curtains a little, held it for Sydney to look at.
“Yes, it is very like,” he said. “This picture must have been taken when Mr. Darley was quite young.”