Then her own attention passed to the man who entered in her wake.
He was tall, middle-aged, handsome in a somewhat ordinary style, but Juliet thought his mouth wore the most unpleasant expression she had ever seen.

It was drawn down at the corners in a sneering curve, and a decided frown knitted his brows.

He walked with the suggestion of a swagger, as if ready to challenge any who should dispute his right to the place and everyone in it.
His wife entered the great square pew, but he strode on to the chancel, tapped the organist unceremoniously on the shoulder and spoke to him.
Juliet watched the result with a curiosity she could not restrain.

The black head turned sharply.

She caught a momentary glimpse of Green's energetic profile as he spoke briefly and emphatically and immediately returned to his instrument.