In Wrayson's sitting-room, he stood looking about him as though appraising the value of the curios, pictures, and engravings with which the apartment was crowded.

Wrayson, while waiting for his call, watched him curiously.

In his present state his vulgarity was perhaps less glaringly apparent, but his lack of attractiveness was accentuated.

His ears seemed to have grown larger, his pinched, Semitic features more repulsive, and his complexion sallower.

He was pitchforked into a world of which he knew nothing, and he seemed stunned by his first contact with it.