He looked about seventeen and was
tall and good-looking; but what struck her about him was his remarkable
likeness in appearance and in movement to Aylmer Ross. Even his back
reminded her strongly of her hero. There was something familiar in the
thick, broad shoulders, in the cool ease of manner, and in the
expression of the face. But could that young man--why, of course, it was
three years ago when she parted with Aylmer Ross, Teddy was fourteen;
these years made a great difference and of course all plans had been
changed on account of the war. Aylmer, she thought, was too old to have
been at the front. The boy must be in the New Army.
She watched him perpetually; she felt a longing to go and speak to him.
After a while, as though attracted by her interest, he turned round and
looked her straight in the face. How thrilled she felt at this
likeness.... They were the very last to go out, and Edith contrived to
be near the party in the box. She dropped something and the young man
picked it up. She had never seen him, and yet she felt she knew him.
When he smiled she could not resist speaking to him.
'Thank you. Excuse me. Are you the son of Mr.
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