He was thin and small, with a clear olive complexion, olive inclining to pale bronze, sleek raven hair, and black almond-shaped eyes.

At the first glance Lady Maulevrier knew that he was an Oriental.

Her heart sank within her, and seemed to grow chill as death at sight of him.

Anything associated with India was horrible to her.
The stranger came forward to meet her, bowing deferentially.

He had those lithe, gliding movements which she remembered of old, when she had seen princes and dignitaries of the East creeping shoeless to her husband's feet.
'Will your ladyship do me the honour to grant me an interview ?' he said in very good English.