He saw a young man with very fair hair, a narrow forehead, watery blue eyes and a weak, dissipated face.

Walter Hine was dressed in a cheap suit of tweed much the worse for wear, and he entered the room with the sullen timidity of the very shy.

Moreover, he was a little unsteady as he walked, as though he had not yet recovered from last night's intoxication.
Mr.Jarvice noted these points with his quick glance, but whether they pleased him or not there was no hint upon his face.
"Will you sit down ?" he said, suavely, pointing to a chair.

"Maunders, you can go." Walter Hine turned quickly, as though he would have preferred Maunders to stay, but he let him go.

Mr.Jarvice shut the door carefully, and, walking across the room, stood over his visitor with his hands in his pockets, and renewed his scrutiny.