His alert, dark eyes were set too close together, and his face had a narrow, sinister look that made them all feel uncomfortable.

He spoke with a decided English accent, in a light, flippant voice which sent a quiver of dislike up and down David's spine, and made Reddy Brooks give his right arm a vigorous twirl as if he would have liked to pitch something at the young man's head.
Mrs.Gray was the most surprised person in the room.

It must be remembered that she had not seen her nephew since he was a child, and she had hoped for better things than this.

However, always the most courteous and loyal of souls, she now made the best of the situation and greeted the newcomer cordially, though she did not bestow upon him the motherly kiss she had been saving.
Tom Gray bowed low over his aunt's hand.
"You are so much changed, Tom; I should hardly have known you," exclaimed the old lady, trying to conceal her disappointment and dismay.
"England has weaned you away from your own country.

You look as if you had just stepped out of Piccadilly." "And so I have, aunt," replied the young man, using a very broad "a." "I have been in this country only a few months.