He had shiny black hair and whiskers, dark eyes and handsome features.

But his vain dandyism spoilt him; would you believe that his handkerchiefs were soaked in scent?
They were of the finest cambric, silky as a hair, as fine as the one Barbara bought at Lynneborough and gave a guinea for; only hers had a wreath of embroidery around it." Mr.Carlyle could ascertain no more particulars, and it was time Richard went indoors.

They proceeded up the path.

"What a blessing it is the servants' windows don't look this way," shivered Richard, treading on Mr.Carlyle's heels.

"If they should be looking out upstairs!" His apprehensions were groundless, and he entered unseen.
Mr.Carlyle's part was over; he left the poor banned exile to his short interview with his hysterical and tearful mother, Richard nearly as hysterical as she, and made the best of his way home again, pondering over what he had heard.
The magistrates made a good evening of it.