If anything, lean rather.' I need not go on with the infuriating interview.

It ended as it began, except that Rowley was in tears, and that I had acquired one fact.

The man was drawn for me as being of any height you like to mention, and of any degree of corpulence or leanness; clean-shaved or not, as the case might be; the colour of his hair Rowley 'could not take it upon himself to put a name on'; that of his eyes he thought to have been blue--nay, it was the one point on which he attained to a kind of tearful certainty.
'I'll take my davy on it,' he asseverated.

They proved to have been as black as sloes, very little and very near together.

So much for the evidence of the artless! And the fact, or rather the facts, acquired?
Well, they had to do not with the person but with his clothing.