He had a nose like Sultan Abdul Hamid's and large, elongated eyes that looked capable of seeing things on either side of him while he stared straight forward.

Even in that dark corner you could see they had the alligator-hue that one associates with cruelty.

He had the massive shoulders and forward-stooping position as he sat cross-legged on the seat that suggest deliberate purpose devoid of hurry.
They all resented what he said, but none seemed disposed to quarrel with him.

One or two remonstrated mildly, but he ignored their remarks, busying himself with digging out a cigarette from a gold case set with jewels; after he had lighted it very thoughtfully and examined the end once or twice to make sure that it burned just right, he let it hang between his lips in a way that accentuated the angle of his bulbous nose.

You wondered whether he owned a harem, and what the ladies thought of him.
"Will you sit and brag in here all day ?" he asked after a few minutes.