"A very respectable young woman I should say." "There is not one more so in all London," said Mr.Monk; "but Finn seems to think that I ought to have a man in livery." "It is a matter of perfect indifference to me," said Mr.Turnbull.
"I am one of those who never think of such things." "Nor I either," said Mr.Monk.Then the laird of Loughlinter was announced, and they all went down to dinner.
Mr.Turnbull was a good-looking robust man about sixty, with long grey hair and a red complexion, with hard eyes, a well-cut nose, and full lips.

He was nearly six feet high, stood quite upright, and always wore a black swallow-tail coat, black trousers, and a black silk waistcoat.

In the House, at least, he was always so dressed, and at dinner tables.

What difference there might be in his costume when at home at Staleybridge few of those who saw him in London had the means of knowing.

There was nothing in his face to indicate special talent.