He was acute, crafty, knowing, and up to every damnable dodge practised by men of the class with whom he lived.

At one-and-twenty he was that most odious of all odious characters--a close-fisted reprobate.
He was a small man, not ill-made by Nature, but reduced to unnatural tenuity by dissipation--a corporeal attribute of which he was apt to boast, as it enabled him, as he said, to put himself up at 7 st.
7 lb.

without any "d---- nonsense of not eating and drinking." The power, however, was one of which he did not often avail himself, as his nerves were seldom in a fit state for riding.

His hair was dark red, and he wore red moustaches, and a great deal of red beard beneath his chin, cut in a manner to make him look like an American.
His voice also had a Yankee twang, being a cross between that of an American trader and an English groom; and his eyes were keen and fixed, and cold and knowing.
Such was the son whom Sir Roger saw standing at his bedside when first he awoke to consciousness.

It must not be supposed that Sir Roger looked at him with our eyes.