He was slightly built and without an atom of colour.

His black hair was closely cropped, his eyes of sombre darkness, his demeanour almost sullen.

At Selingman's words, however, he nodded rapidly and seated himself more firmly upon his chair.

It was apparent that although his face remained expressionless, he was gratified.
"They notice nothing, these others," he remarked, with a little wave of the hand.

"It is always the woman who counts.