His cheeks were chubby and red and his nose small, his mouth also very small.

He had no chin.

He was wearing a bright blue velvet waistcoat with brass buttons, and over his black shoes there shone white spats.
Hugh had never seen white spats before.

Mr.Pidgen shone with cleanliness, and he had supremely the air of having been exactly as he was, all in one piece, years ago.

He was like one of the china ornaments in Mrs.Lasher's drawing-room that the housemaid is told to be so careful about, and concerning whose destruction Hugh heard her on at least one occasion declaring, in a voice half tears, half defiance, "Please, ma'am, it wasn't me.