The lower part of his face was shaved clean.

He showed some embarrassment as he came forward to meet Mrs.Dinneford.
"Mr.Feeling," she said, coldly.
The man bowed with a mixture of obsequiousness and familiarity, and tried to look steadily into Mrs.Dinneford's face, but was not able to do so.

There was a steadiness and power in her eyes that his could not bear.
"What do you want with me, sir ?" she demanded, a little sharply.
"Take a chair, and I will tell you," replied Freeling, and he turned, moving toward a corner of the room, she following.

They sat down, taking chairs near each other.
"There's trouble brewing," said the man, his face growing dark and anxious.
"What kind of trouble ?" "I had a letter from George Granger yesterday." "What!" The color went out of the lady's face.
"A letter from George Granger.

He wished to see me." "Did you go ?" "Yes." "What did he want ?" Freeling took a deep breath, and sighed.