The look of sadness hardened to an expression that was melancholy still, but grim and unforgiving, and the grizzled beard, clipped rather close at the sides, betrayed the angles of the strong jaw as he set his teeth and rose to let in his visitor.

He was round-shouldered and slightly bow-legged when he stood up; he was heavily and clumsily built, but he was evidently strong.
He went out into the dark entry and opened the door, and a moment later he came back with Mr.Feist, the man with the unhealthy complexion whom Margaret had seen at the Turkish Embassy.

Isidore Bamberger sat down in the easy-chair again without ceremony, leaving his guest to bring up a straight-backed chair for himself.
Mr.Feist was evidently in a very nervous condition.

His hand shook perceptibly as he mopped his forehead after sitting down, and he moved his chair uneasily twice because the incandescent light irritated his eyes.

He did not wait for Bamberger to question him, however.
'It's all right,' he said, 'but he doesn't care to take steps till after this season is over.