It was a pale, delicate face, over-sensitive, over-refined, with the stamp of weakness on every feature.

His restless, nervous eyes were slightly bloodshot, and there was a constant twitching about his lips.

But as he pushed back the shutter and leaned carelessly against the sill, there was an easy grace in his figure and a devil-may-care light in his eyes that would have stirred the heart of a maiden less susceptible than the one who smiled upon him from between the muslin curtains.
He laughed lightly as he caught at a flying lock of her hair.
"You little coward! Why didn't you meet me ?" She frowned significantly and made warning gestures toward the interior of the room.
At the far window, standing with his back to them, was Mr.Sandy Kilday.

He was engaged in a fierce encounter with an unnamed monster whose eyes were green.

During his pauses for breath he composed a few comprehensive and scathing remarks which he intended to bestow upon Miss Fenton at his earliest convenience.