He was smoking a cigar with fastidious relish, and seemed to commune more with it than with his son or his brother.

Beside Sharon Whipple his dress seemed foppish.
Sharon, the round, stout man, two years younger than Gideon, had the same blue eyes, but they looked from a face plump, florid, vivacious.
There was a hint of the choleric in his glance.

His hair had been lighter than Gideon's, and though now not so plentiful, had grayed less noticeably.

His fairer skin was bedizened with freckles; and when with a blunt thumb he pushed up the outer ends of his heavy eye-brows or cocked the thumb at a speaker whose views he did not share, it could be seen that he was the most aggressive of the three men.

Sharon notoriously lost his temper.