Besides this, there were unquestionable indications that he had been a sufferer.

If a simple glance at his features did not impress one with a conviction of this fact, it was confirmed by the fringe of silvery hair that straggled over his temples, and the sombre, melancholy fire that glimmered in his eyes like the last rays of expiring hope.
His dress was in perfect keeping with his physiognomy.

It was of that neat and simple style which always characterizes a man of the world who is governed by refined and elegant tastes.

His linen was spotlessly white, his cloth extremely fine, and his well-brushed hat shone smartly in the sunshine.

Occasionally, as some one passed on the road, he might be seen to draw forth a handsome gold snuff-box and inhale a pinch with so graceful an air that an observer would be convinced he belonged to the highest classes of society.