He carried a light cane, with the point of the silver handle against his under lip.

There was nothing formidable in his appearance, and his manner was affectedly affable.

He lifted his hat as soon as he found himself face to face with the squire, disclosing a partially bald head, though his whiskering was luxuriant, and a robust condition of manhood was indicated by his erect attitude and the immense swell of his furred great-coat at the chest.

His features were exceedingly frank and cheerful.

From his superior height, he was enabled to look down quite royally on the man whose repose he had disturbed.
The following conversation passed between them.
'You now behold who it is, Mr.Beltham, that acknowledges to the misfortune of arousing you at an unseemly hour--unbetimes, as our gossips in mother Saxon might say--and with profound regret, sir, though my habit is to take it lightly.' 'Have you any accomplices lurking about here ?' 'I am alone.' 'What 's your business ?' 'I have no business.' 'You have no business to be here, no.