He lived alone, cared for by a single servant, and he covered on foot a scattered practice among the fishing population of that part of the coast.

His knowledge of Cornish antiquities and heraldic lore had won him the confidence of Robert Turold, and his kindness to Mrs.Turold in her illness had gained him the gratitude of her daughter Sisily.
It was Austin Turold who caused a diversion in this group of lay figures by walking to the table and helping himself to a whisky-and-soda.

Austin bore very little resemblance to his grim and dominant elder brother.

He had a slight frail figure, very carefully dressed, and one of those thin-lipped faces which seem, to wear a perpetual sneer of superiority over commoner humanity.

The movements of his white hands, the inflection of his voice, the double eyeglass which dangled from his vest by a ribbon of black silk, revealed the type of human being which considers itself something rarer and finer than its fellows.