"Of course--what I mean--I took it for granted all physicians thought so." Dr.Ledsmar laughed.

"That depends so much upon the quality of the meals!" he remarked, holding his glass up to the light.
He seemed a man of middle age and an equable disposition.

Theron, stealing stray glances at him around the lampshade, saw most distinctly of all a broad, impressive dome of skull, which, though obviously the result of baldness, gave the effect of quite belonging to the face.
There were gold-rimmed spectacles, through which shone now and again the vivid sparkle of sharp, alert eyes, and there was a nose of some sort not easy to classify, at once long and thick.

The rest was thin hair and short round beard, mouse-colored where the light caught them, but losing their outlines in the shadows of the background.

Theron had not heard of him among the physicians of Octavius.