His was a figure that would have been noticed anywhere, if only for its physical health and shining cleanliness.
Maggie felt that to many people there his entrance was a sensation, sought for and expected by them.

So startling was the impression that he made upon herself that she wondered that the chapel was not crowded by an excited throng.

She liked him at once, felt that she would be at ease with him as she had never been with anybody in her life.

And yet behind this there was perhaps some subtle sense of disappointment.

He was not mysterious, he did not seem very clever; he was only an old man, magnificently preserved.