A cordial welcome awaited Mr.Lyon at Woodbine Lodge, as it awaited all who were introduced by the gentlemanly owner.

If Mr.Markland thought well enough of any one to present him at home, the home-circle opened smilingly to receive.
The stranger was a young man, somewhere between the ages of twenty-five and thirty; above the medium height; with a well-formed person, well-balanced head, and handsome countenance.

His mouth was the least pleasing feature of his face.

The lips were full, but too firmly drawn back against his teeth.

Eyes dark, large, and slightly prominent, with great depth, but only occasional softness, of expression.