When his step-father entered, he naturally bowed to the stranger,
and motioned him to a seat, which the other accordingly took. Lindsay
certainly was, as Barney Casey had said, a very fine-looking man for his
years. He was tall, erect, and portly, somewhat inclined to corpulency,
of a handsome, but florid countenance, in which might be read a large
expression of cheerfulness and good humor, together with that peculiar
tinge which results from conviviality. Indeed, there could scarcely
be witnessed a more striking contrast than that between his open,
kind-looking features, and the sharp, disagreeable symmetry which marked
those of his step-son with such a dark and unpleasant character.
"My servant tells me," said Lindsay, courteously, "that you wished to
see me."
"I did, sir," replied Woodward; "in that, he spoke correctly; I wished
to see you, and I am glad to see you."
"I thank you, sir," replied the other, bowing again; "but--ahem--in the
meantime, sir, you have the advantage of me."
"And intend to keep it, sir, for a little," replied Woodward with one of
his cold smiles.
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