"Mr. Lawson's hair is more of a flaxen shade," said the wife, a little quickly. Despairing of settling the particular shade of the hair, Harry then inquired if there was any strongly marked peculiarity of face or person about William Stanley? Here both agreed that they had never remarked anything of the kind; it appeared that the young man was made more like the rest of the world, than became the hero of such a singular career. "Do you think you should know him, if you were to see him again, after such a long interval?" "Well, I don't know," said the doctor; "some people change very much, from boys to middle-aged manhood, others alter but little." "I have no doubt that I could tell in a moment, if this person is William Stanley or an impostor," said Mrs. Lawson. "Think how much we were together, as children; for ten years of his life, he was half the time at our house. I am sure if this sailor were William Stanley, he would have come to see some of us, long since." "Did he visit you when he was last at Greatwood?" "No, he did not come at that time; but I saw him very often in the village, and riding about." "Do you remember his stuttering at all?" "No; I never heard him that I know of; I don't believe he ever stuttered." "He did stutter once in a while, Sophia, when he was in a passion." "I never heard him." "Young Stanley had one good quality, Mr. Hazlehurst, with all his faults; he spoke the truth--you could believe what he said." "My good brother, you are mistaken there, I can assure you. Time and again have I known him tell falsehoods when he got into a scrape; many is the time he has coaxed and teased, till he got us children into mischief--he was a great tease, you know--" "Not more so than most boys," interposed the doctor. "And after he had got us into trouble, I remember perfectly, that he would not acknowledge it was his fault. Oh, no; you could not by any means depend upon what he said." "Was he much of a talker?" "No, rather silent." "Quite silent:" both brother and sister were in unison here, at last. "He was good-looking, you think, Mrs. Lawson?" "Oh, yes, good-looking, certainly," replied the lady. "Rather good-looking; but when he was last at home, his features had grown somewhat coarse, and his expression was altered for the worse," said the doctor. "He was free with his money, I believe?" "Very extravagant," said Mrs. Lawson. "He didn't care a fig for money, unless it was refused him," said the doctor. "Was there anything particular about his teeth?" "He had fine teeth," said Mrs. Lawson; "but he did not show them much." "A good set of teeth, if I remember right," added the doctor. "His complexion was rather dark, I believe?" said Harry. "More sallow than dark," said the lady. "Not so very sallow," said the gentleman. "You asked just now about his eyes, Mr. Hazlehurst; it strikes me they were much the colour of yours." "But mine are grey," said Harry. "More of a hazel, I think."