Mr.
Jarvice never once looked at his newspaper again.

The big cigar of which the costliness was proclaimed by the gold band about its middle had long since gone out, and for him the train came quite unexpectedly to a stop at the ticket platform on Battersea Bridge.
Mr.Jarvice was a florid person in his looks and in his dress.

It was in accordance with his floridness that he always retained the gold band about his cigar while he smoked it.

He was a man of middle age, with thick, black hair, a red, broad face, little bright, black eyes, a black mustache and rather prominent teeth.

He was short and stout, and drew attention to his figure by wearing light-colored trousers adorned with a striking check.