He had a jealous blue eye, into which he seemed trying to put a friendly light; his straight mouth stretched into an involuntary smile above his tawny chin-beard, and he wore his soft hat so far back from his high forehead (it showed to the crown when he took his hat off) that he had the effect of being uncovered.
At his approach Burnamy turned, and with a flush said: "Oh! Let me introduce Mr.Stoller, Mrs.March." Stoller took his toothpick out of his mouth and bowed; then he seemed to remember, and took off his hat.

"You see Jews enough, here to make you feel at home ?" he asked; and he added: "Well, we got some of 'em in Chicago, too, I guess.

This young man"-- he twisted his head toward Burnamy--"found you easy enough ?" "It was very good of him to meet us," Mrs.March began.

"We didn't expect--" "Oh, that's all right," said Stoller, putting his toothpick back, and his hat on.

"We'd got through for the day; my doctor won't let me work all I want to, here.