It was not the first time he had seen the lean brown face and deep-set eyes, but he kept this to himself.

In spite of his nasal twang and a little surface roughness, Hugh Rossiter was decidedly a gentleman: the mere fact of his presence at the Manor House was a sufficient proof of this.

But he was evidently a very eccentric and unconventional being.
In age he was about seven-and-thirty.
Malcolm, who felt his position was somewhat delicate, hardly knew how to begin the conversation; but Colonel Godfrey soon put things on a comfortable footing.
"Look here, Rossiter," he said frankly, "we are all friends here, and you may speak out.

Mr.Herrick is very much interested in this young fellow, Cedric Templeton, and acts as a sort of guide, philosopher, and friend to him.

He has always put his foot down as far as the Jacobis were concerned; he and my wife were dead against them." "I never believed in the man," observed Malcolm; "there was no ring of true metal about him." "You are about right there," returned the American; "but I have come across worse fellows than Saul Jacobi.