He was fifteen years her senior, and he looked it to the full.

The hair grew far back upon his head, and it had a sprinkling of grey.

His height was unremarkable, but he had immensely powerful shoulders, and a bull-like breadth of chest, that imparted a certain air of arrogance to his gait.

His black brows met shaggily over eyes of sombre brown.

Undeniably a formidable personage, this! Nan, glancing at him as she entered the carriage, harboured for a moment the startled reflection that if he had a beard nothing could have restrained her just then from screaming and running away.