The eyes were fine and thoughtful, and there was a combination of intellectual force with great delicacy of line in the contour of the head and face which was particularly attractive, especially to women of the more cultivated and impressionable sort.

His thin grayish hair was rather long--not of that pronounced length which inevitably challenges the decision of the bystander as to whether the wearer be fool or poet, but still long enough to fall a little carelessly round the head and so take off from the spruce conventional effect of the owner's irreproachable dress and general London air.
Mr.Eustace Kendal--to give the person we have been describing his name--was not apparently in a good temper with his surroundings.

He was standing with a dissatisfied expression before a Venetian scene drawn by a brilliant member of a group of English artists settled on foreign soil and trained in foreign methods.
'Not so good as last year,' he was remarking to himself.

'Vulgar drawing, vulgar composition, hasty work everywhere.

It is success spoils all these men--success and the amount of money there is going.