He was tall and a little gray, with a pleasant, self-contained face.

He turned toward the drawing-room, taking off his gloves as he walked.
"Her father.

He is quite distinguished-looking," thought Keith.

"I wonder if he will come in here?
He looks younger than the dragon." He was in some trepidation at the idea of meeting Mr.Yorke.
When Keith looked at the ladies again some change had taken place in both of them.

Their faces wore a different expression: Mrs.Yorke's was one of mingled disquietude and relief, and Miss Alice's an expression of discontent and confusion.