"You come over to the shop in half-an-hour, mind." "But why ?" "Confound you, sir! you talk of having your reasons: I have mine!" Mark looked quite cross; so Tom gave way, and went in due time to the bank.
Standing with his back to the fire in Mark's inner room, he saw the old cotton prince.
"And a prince he looks like," quoth Tom to himself, as he waited in the bank outside, and looked through the glass screen.

"How well the old man wears! I wonder how many fresh thousands he has made since I saw him last, seven years ago." And a very noble person Lord Minchampstead did look; one to whom hats went off almost without their owners' will; tall and portly, with a soldier-like air of dignity and command, which was relieved by the good-nature of the countenance.

Yet it was a good-nature which would stand no trifling.

The jaw was deep and broad, though finely shaped; the mouth firm set; the nose slightly aquiline; the brow of great depth and height, though narrow;--altogether a Julius Caesar's type of head; that of a man born to rule self, and therefore to rule all he met.
Tom looked over his dress, not forgetting, like a true Englishman, to mark what sort of boots he wore.

They were boots not quite fashionable, but carefully cleaned on trees; trousers strapped tightly over them, which had adopted the military stripe, but retained the slit at the ankle which was in vogue forty years ago; frock coat with a velvet collar, buttoned up, but not too far; high and tight blue cravat below an immense shirt collar; a certain care and richness of dress throughout, but soberly behind the fashion: while the hat was a very shabby and broken one, and the whip still more shabby and broken; all which indicated to Tom that his lordship let his tailor and his valet dress him; and though not unaware that it behoved him to set out his person as it deserved, was far too fine a gentleman to trouble himself about looking fine.
Mark looks round, sees Tom, and calls him in.
"Mr.Thurnall, I am glad to meet you, sir.