He was clean-shaven, his hair was a sandy grey, his complexion florid, his eyes blue and piercing.

His upper lip was long, and his mouth, when closed, rather resembled some sort of a trap.

He was dressed with care, almost with distinction.

But for his pronounced American accent, he would probably have been taken for a Scandinavian.
"Did you come here to improve your acquaintance with the interior of my sitting room ?" Josephine asked, a little irritated at last by his silence.
He shook his head.
"I should say not.

I came, Lady Dredlinton, to talk to you about your husband." "Then if you will allow me to say so," Josephine replied, "you have come upon a very purposeless errand.