But Aylmer saw a different look in his
eyes. He looked well and brisk--perhaps a little more developed and more
manly; his shoulders, always rather thick and broad, seemed even
broader, although he was thinner. But it was the expression of the eyes
that had altered. Those eyes had _seen things_. In colour pale blue,
they had a slightly strained look. They seemed paler. His sunburn
increased his resemblance to his father, always very striking. Both had
large foreheads, clearly cut features and square chins. Aylmer was,
strictly speaking, handsomer. His features more refined, more chiselled.
But Teddy had the additional charm of extreme youth--youth with the
self-possession and ease that seemed, as it were, a copy--as his voice
was an echo--of his father. The difference was in culture and
experience. Teddy had gone out when he was just on the point of going to
Balliol, yet seemed to have something of the Oxford manner,
characteristic of his father--a manner suave, amiable, a little
ironical. He had the unmistakable public-school look and his training
had immensely improved his appearance.
Aylmer was disappointed that the very first thing his son insisted on
doing was to put on evening clothes and go to the Empire.
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