His present expression was one of his anxious expressions, medium in degree.

It can be figured in the mask of a person who is locked up in an iron strongroom, and, feeling ill at ease, notices that the walls are getting red-hot at the corners.
"Like my photograph ?" he exclaimed, astonished that he should resemble Leek's photograph.
"Yes," she asseverated stoutly.

"I knew you at once.

Especially by the nose." "Have you got it here ?" he asked, interested to see what portrait of Leek had a nose like his own.
And she pulled out of her handbag a photograph, not of Leek, but of Priam Farll.

It was an unmounted print of a negative which he and Leek had taken together for the purposes of a pose in a picture, and it had decidedly a distinguished appearance.