He was neat-faced.

Of the three men he carried the Whipple nose most gracefully.

His figure was slight, not so tall as his father's, and he was garbed in a more dapper fashion.

He wore an expertly fitted frock coat of black, gray trousers faintly striped, a pearl-gray cravat skewered by a pear-headed pin, and his small feet were incased in shoes of patent leather.

He was arrayed as befitted a Whipple who had become a banker.
Gideon, his father, achieved something of a dapper effect in an old-fashioned manner, but no observer would have read him for a banker; while Sharon, even on a Sunday evening, in loose tweeds and stout boots, was but a country gentleman who thought little about dress, so that one would not have guessed him a banker--rather the sort that makes banking a career of profit.
Careful Harvey D., holding a cigarette carefully between slender white fingers, dressed with studious attention, neatly bearded, with shining hair curled flatly above his pale, wide forehead, was the one to look out from behind a grille and appraise credits.