Disturbed Twemlow, making an effort not to look so, looks much more so.

“I think, Mr. Twemlow, you never saw that distant connection of yours before today?”

“No, never.”

“Now that you do see him, you see what he is. You are not proud of him?”

“To say the truth, Mrs. Lammle, no.”

“If you knew more of him, you would be less inclined to acknowledge him. Here is another portrait. What do you think of it?”

Twemlow has just presence of mind enough to say aloud: “Very like! Uncommonly like!”