And if so disposed he made them sit down on the sofa or on his old leather chairs.

He himself invariably sat in an old-fashioned shabby Voltaire arm-chair.

He was a rather big, bloated-looking, yellow-faced man of five and fifty, with a bald head and scanty flaxen hair.

He wore no beard; his right cheek was swollen, and his mouth seemed somehow twisted awry.

He had a large wart on the left side of his nose; narrow eyes, and a calm, stolid, sleepy expression.