On sitting down, he had taken off his hat, stowed it away, and put on a little travelling-cap, which he drew from his pocket.

Monica thought this became him.

After all, he was not a companion to be ashamed of.
She looked with pleasure at his white hairy hands with their firm grip; then at his boots--very good boots indeed.

He had gold links in his white shirt-cuffs, and a gold watch-guard chosen with a gentleman's taste.
'I am at your service,' he said, with an approach to gaiety.

'Direct me.