He lit a cigar and with a moody air went to his smoking-room.

The criminal carelessness of the cat Melchisidec still rankled.
As he entered the room, half office and half smoking-room, Mr.Herbert Manley, his secretary, bade him good morning.

Lord Loudwater returned his greeting with a scowl.
Mr.Herbert Manley had one of those faces which begin well and end badly.
He had a fine forehead, lofty and broad, a well-cut, gently-curving-nose, a slack, thick-lipped mouth, always a little open, a heavy, animal jaw, and the chin of an eagle.

His fine, black hair was thin on the temples.
His moustache was thin and straggled.

His black eyes were as good as his brow, intelligent, observant, and alert.