Various, Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature…
“ Noel turned and left the room; but Edward Hawthorn stood still, with his bedroom candle poised reflectively in one hand, looking long and steadfastly with fixed eyes at his father’s and mother’s photographs before him. ‘A grand-looking old man, my father, certainly,’ he said to himself, scanning the fine broad brow and firm but tender mouth with curious attention—‘a grand-looking old man, without a doubt, there’s no denying it. But I wonder why on earth he doesn’t want me to go out to Trinidad? ”
