"How singularly those brothers resemble each other!" said Lord Wentworthdale to Mr. Palmer; "you appear to know them well; pray does the likeness run through their minds as well as their persons?"

"I know little of them for the last ten years, which I should consider the forming time of a man's life, my lord, but I think it does not; in all that may be called principles and opinions, I dare say they are as much alike as the high forehead and the smiling mouth we are observing; but in other respects they differ, and each forms a most admirable specimen of the class to which they belong as elder and younger brothers."

"So I should think; Meersbrook, desultory as his education must have been, is evidently a man of abilities, and most gentlemanly in manners (indeed, the Persians and Turks are graceful people, amongst whom he has spent much time), whilst the other is a brave, dashing fellow, who will seize fortune by the forelock, as his father did, and leave a name behind that will rival the title. Pray who is the pretty, intelligent-looking girl just led away to the dance?"