Without a sound, the door closed.
The Master arose, advancing with outstretched hand.
"Bohannan! God, but I'm glad to see you!" Their hands met and clasped.

The Master led Bohannan to the table and gestured toward a chair.

Bohannan threw his hat on the table with a large, sweeping gesture typical of his whole character, and sat down.
And for a moment, they looked at each other in silence.
A very different type, this, from the dark, sinewed master of _Niss'rosh_.

Bohannan was frankly red-haired, a bit stout, smiling, expansive.

His blood was undoubtedly Celtic.