Her eyes had a singular expression of inquietude, of sadness.

A smile seldom appeared on her face, but, when it did, the effect was unlooked for: it touched the somewhat harsh lineaments with a gentleness so pleasing that she became almost comely.
Having set down the tray, she went to Mr.Lord's door, gave a soft tap, and withdrew into the kitchen.
Nancy, seated at the table, turned to greet her father.

In early life, Stephen Lord must have been handsome; his face was now rugged, of unhealthy tone, and creased with lines betokening a moody habit.

He looked much older than his years, which were fifty-seven.

Dressed with excessive carelessness, he had the appearance rather of one at odds with fortune than of a substantial man of business.