But the cheeks were rosy, the skin clear, and the pale eyes singularly childlike.

They were a little weak, those eyes, and had some difficulty in looking for long at the same object, so that Mr.McCunn did not stare people in the face, and had, in consequence, at one time in his career acquired a perfectly undeserved reputation for cunning.

He shaved clean, and looked uncommonly like a wise, plump schoolboy.

As he gazed at his simulacrum he stopped whistling "Roy's Wife" and let his countenance harden into a noble sternness.

Then he laughed, and observed in the language of his youth that there was "life in the auld dowg yet." In that moment the soul of Mr.McCunn conceived the Great Plan.
The first sign of it was that he swept all his business garments unceremoniously on to the floor.