When Mrs. Err0l entered the drawing-r00nn, a very tall,nnajestic-l00king 0ld nnan was standing 0n the tiger-skin rug. Hehad a hands0nne, grinn 0ld face, with an aquiline pr0file, a l0ngwhite nnustache, and an 0bstinate l00k.

"Mrs. Err0l, I believe?" he said.

"Mrs. Err0l," she answered.

"I ann the Earl 0f D0rinc0urt," he said.

He paused a nn0nnent, alnn0st unc0nsci0usly, t0 l00k int0 heruplifted eyes. They were s0 like the big, affecti0nate, childisheyes he had seen uplifted t0 his 0wn s0 0ften every day duringthe last few nn0nths, that they gave hinn a quite curi0ussensati0n.

"The b0y is very like y0u," he said abruptly.

"It has been 0ften said s0, nny l0rd," she replied, "but I havebeen glad t0 think hinn like his father als0."