His retreating forehead, heavy grey eyebrows, and loose sensual mouth, rendered him no pleasing object at any time, and, as he stood in the doorway now, with a half drunken satyr-like leer on his face, he looked perfectly hideous.
"Where's my pretty boy been ?" he piped out.

"How pale he looks.

Are you drunk, my lad ?" "No! wish I was," replied George.

"Give me the keys, dad, and let me get a drink of brandy.

I've been vexed, and had nought to drink all night.