His extraordinarily lanky pinched figure seemed even lankier than it was by nature because he always carried his head so high: he peered down from that elevation upon humanity at large as if there was something the matter with his eyes which prevented him from properly raising the lids.
In him the dimensions of the family nose were made still more remarkable by an inordinately tiny chin and thin compressed lips.

His moustache was shaved down to the very corners of his mouth, only a little mouse-tail sort of arrangement being left on each side, which was twisted upwards and dyed black with infinite skill.

His costume was elegant and ultra-refined, and only differed from the fashion in being extra stiff and tight-fitting.

Moreover, all the buttons of his shirt and his waistcoat were precious stones, and he had a plenitude of rings on his fingers which he delighted to show off by ostentatiously adjusting his cravat in the course of conversation, or softly stroking the surface of his superfine coat.
Mr.John entered the room without looking at a soul, and paced up and down it with his hands behind his back.

Then he suddenly caught sight of his father, kissed his hand and resumed his dignified saunter.