His eyes, like the woodsman's, were steady, but inquiring.

His jaw was square and settled, his mouth straight.

One would be likely to sum him up as a man whose actions would be little influenced by glamour or even by the sentiments.
And yet, equally, it was difficult to rid the mind of the impression produced by his eyes.

Unlike the other inmates of the car, he wore an ordinary business suit, somewhat worn, but of good cut, and a style that showed even over the soft flannel shirt.

The trousers were, however, bound inside the usual socks and rubbers.
The two seat mates had occupied their time each in his own fashion.
To the elder the journey was an evil to be endured with the patience learned in watching deer runways, so he stared straight before him, and spat with a certain periodicity into the centre of the aisle.