"I just told you so.

We will see." The two women had scarcely left the roof of the house and got themselves down to the large, breezy, sparsely furnished parlor, ere the lazy, dawdling Indian servant announced Lieutenant Thurstane.
Lieutenant Ralph Thurstane was a tall, full-chested, finely-limbed gladiator of perhaps four and twenty.

Broad forehead; nose straight and high enough; lower part of the face oval; on the whole a good physiognomy.
Cheek bones rather strongly marked; a hint of Scandinavian ancestry supported by his name.

Thurstane is evidently Thor's stone or altar; forefathers priests of the god of thunder.

His complexion was so reddened and darkened by sunburn that his untanned forehead looked unnaturally white and delicate.