He stared across the empty Esplanade.

A ramshackle gharry, all dust and venetian blinds, pulled up short opposite the group, and the driver, throwing up his right foot over his knee, gave himself up to the critical examination of his toes.

The young chap, making no movement, not even stirring his head, just stared into the sunshine.

This was my first view of Jim.

He looked as unconcerned and unapproachable as only the young can look.