"Flattery; flattery did it all," observed the doctor. "Some people thought young Stanley little more than half-witted; but I have always maintained that he was not wanting in sense."
"I don't see how you can say so, doctor," observed the sister. "I am sure it was a settled thing among us children, that he was a very stupid, disagreeable boy. He never took much interest in our plays, I remember."
"Not in playing doll-baby, perhaps; but I have had many a holiday with him that I enjoyed very much, I can tell you. He never had a fancy for a book, that is true; but otherwise be was not so very dull as some people make out."
"He had the reputation of being a dull boy, had he?"
"Oh, certainly," said Mrs. Lawson. "at one time, when we were quite children, we all took arithmetic lessons together, and he was always at the foot of the class."
"He had no head for figures, perhaps; it is more likely, though, that he wouldn't learn out of obstinacy; he was as obstinate as a mule, that I allow."
"What sort of games and plays did he like best?"
"I don't know that he liked one better than another, so long as he could choose himself," replied Dr. Lewis.
"Was he a strong, active boy?"
"Not particularly active, but a stout, healthy lad."
"Disposed to be tall?"
"Tallish; the last time he was here, he must have measured about five feet ten."
"Oh, more than that," interposed Mrs. Lawson; "he was taller than our eldest brother, I know--full six feet one, I should say."
"No, no, Sophia; certainly not more than five feet nine or ten.
Remember, you were a little thing yourself at the time."
"Do you remember the colour of his eyes, Mrs. Lawson?"
"Yes, perfectly; they were blue."
"Brown, I should say," added the doctor.
"No, John, you are quite mistaken; his eyes were blue, Mr. Hazlehurst--very dark blue."
"I could have taken my oath they were brown," said the doctor.
Hazlehurst looked from one to the other in doubt.
"You were away from home, doctor, more than I was, and probably do not remember William's face as distinctly as I do. I am quite confident his eyes were a clear, deep blue."
"Well, I should have called them a light brown."
"Were they large?" asked Harry.
"Of a common size, I think," said the brother.
"Remarkably small, I should say," added the sister.
"What colour was his hair?" asked Harry, giving up the eyes.
"Black," said the doctor.
"Not black, John--dark perhaps, but more of an auburn, like his father's portrait," said Mrs. Lawson.
"Why, that is black, certainly."
"Oh, no; auburn--a rich, dark auburn."
"There is a greyish cast in that portrait, I think," said Harry.
"Grey, oh, no; Mr. Stanley's hair was in perfect colour when he died; I remember him distinctly, seeing him as often as I did," said the lady. "The hair of the Stanley family is generally auburn," she added.
"What do you call auburn?" said the doctor.
"A dark, rich brown, like William Stanley's."
"Now I call Mr. Robert Hazlehurst's hair auburn."
"My brother's hair! Why that is sometimes pronounced sandy, and even red, occasionally," said Harry.
"Not red; Lawson's hair is red."
"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."
