The feeble light of the candle now fell on him, and I saw him distinctly for the first time.

He did not impress me favourably.
He was a thick-set, round-shouldered man, a typical fair German with tow-coloured hair, greased and brushed down smoothly, a large, ragged, sandy beard and coarse, sketchy features.

His nose was large and thick with a bulbous end, and inclined to a reddish purple, a tint which extended to the adjacent parts of his face as if the colour had run.

His eyebrows were large and beetling, overhanging deep-set eyes, and he wore a pair of spectacles which gave him a somewhat owlish expression.

His exterior was unprepossessing, and I was in a state of mind that rendered me easily receptive of an unfavourable impression.
"Well," he said, "what do you make of him ?" I hesitated, still perplexed by the conflicting necessities of caution and frankness, but at length replied: "I think rather badly of him, Mr.Weiss.He is in a very low state." "Yes, I can see that.