a haggard white face peering in at us through the window.
It peered round a corner, stealthily.

It was an ascetic face, very sharp and clear-cut.

It had a stately profile.

The long and wiry grizzled moustache, the deep-set, hawk-like eyes, the acute, intense, intellectual features, all were very familiar.

So was the outer setting of long, white hair, straight and silvery as it fell, and just curled in one wave-like inward sweep where it turned and rested on the stooping shoulders.