In the forefront came A.-S.

senior, like a bull leading the herd.

Indeed his appearance was bull-like as my eye, travelling from the expanse of white shirt-front (they were all dressed for dinner) to his red and massive countenance surmounted by two horn-like tufts of carroty hair, informed me at a glance.

Followed Mrs.A.-S., the British matron incarnate.
Literally there seemed to be acres of her; black silk below and white skin above on which set in filigree floated big green stones, like islands in an ocean.

Her countenance too, though stupid was very stern and frightened me.