It was the face of a middle-aged man from which the dew of youth had vanished, into which life's storms had come and gone.

Though the body was held erect, yet the head was thrust slightly forward, and the heavy eyebrows were like a pent-house.

The eyes were slightly feverish, and round the mouth there crept a smile, half-cynical but a little happy.

All freshness was gone from his hands.

One hung at his side, listless, corded; the other doffed his hat in reply to the salute of his two humble friends.
As the gates closed behind him he looked gravely at the two men, who were standing not a foot apart.