I hope he'll be interesting; few rich men are.

He writes like a polite creditor.

What did the old fellow say was the matter with him?
heart trouble, or consumption?
I can't remember." I threw the note aside and touched up some of my dispatches.
Precisely at ten o'clock the door opened and a man came in.

He was fashionably dressed, a mixture of Piccadilly and Broadway in taste.

He was tall, slender, but well-formed; and his blonde mustache shone out distinctly against a background of tanned skin.