I rose to my feet and advanced a step or two.

He came forward without speaking and looked steadily into my eyes.

Slowly and sadly he turned his gaze upon the floor, apparently in deep thought.

A sigh broke from his lips as if some memory, stirring in the caves of thought, had driven it forth.
The man who stood before me had deep-set gray eyes, almost concealed by long shaggy brows not yet entirely white.

His lips were thin, and drawn closely together above a square, protruding chin.