His attire was informal, as if he disliked abandoning the freedom of the country even when summoned to urban ceremonies.

He wore a grey felt hat, and a light jacket which displayed the straightness of his shoulders.

Mrs.Warricombe and her daughter were more fashionably equipped, with taste which proclaimed their social standing.

Save her fresh yet delicate complexion the lady had no particular personal charm.

Of the young girl it could only be said that she exhibited a graceful immaturity, with perchance a little more earnestness than is common at her age; her voice, even when she spoke gaily, was seldom audible save by the person addressed.
Coming to a pause before Sir Job, Mr.Warricombe put on a pair of eyeglasses which had dangled against his waistcoat, and began to scrutinise carefully the sculptured lineaments.