We will resume the topic in a few minutes." He never lent any papers or books, and he never borrowed any.
He had a room at the top of the hotel, and he lived his life, amongst his chemistry bottles, his scientific books, his microscope, and his camera.

He never sat in any of the hotel drawing-rooms.

There was nothing striking nor eccentric about his appearance.

He was neither ugly nor good-looking, neither tall nor short, neither fair nor dark.
He was thin and frail, and rather bent.

But that might be the description of any one in Petershof.