He was dressed for the street and had his hat in his hand.

At the sight we all stood silent, Mrs.Daniels flushing up to the roots of her gray hair.
Mr.Blake is an elegant-looking man as you perhaps know; proud, reserved, and a trifle sombre.

As he turned to come towards us, the light shining through the windows at our right, fell full upon his face, revealing such a self-absorbed and melancholy expression, I involuntarily drew back as if I had unwittingly intruded upon a great man's privacy.

Mr.Gryce on the contrary stepped forward.
"Mr.Blake, I believe," said he, bowing in that deferential way he knows so well how to assume.
The gentleman, startled as it evidently seemed from a reverie, looked hastily up.

Meeting Mr.Gryce's bland smile, he returned the bow, but haughtily, and as it appeared in an abstracted way.
"Allow me to introduce myself," proceeded my superior.