He had a theory that a head-dress should be solid enough to resist a chance blow--a fall from a horse, or the dropping of a loose brick from a house under repair.

His hard black hat, broad and curly at the brim, might have graced the head of a bishop, if it had not been secularised by a queer resemblance to the bell-shaped hat worn by dandies in the early years of the present century.

In one word he was, both in himself and in his dress, the sort of man whom no stranger is careless enough to pass without turning round for a second look.

Teresa, eyeing him with reluctant curiosity, drew back a step, and privately reviled him (in the secrecy of her own language) as an ugly beast! Even his name startled people by the outlandish sound of it.
Those enemies who called him "the living skeleton" said it revealed his gipsy origin.

In medical and scientific circles he was well and widely known as--Doctor Benjulia.
Zo ran away with his bamboo stick.