The tall figure dips his umbrella in response, characteristically laconic.

A footman lifts his hand to his forelock at the top of the steps and throws open the doors without question.

This visitor is expected, it is plain to be seen; a circumstance which may or may not explain the nervousness that attends him as he crosses the broad hall toward the library.
Tullis had long since ceased to be a welcome visitor in the home of the Duke of Perse.

The men were openly unfriendly to each other.

The Duke resented the cool interference of the sandy-haired American; on the other hand, Tullis made no effort to conceal his dislike, if not distrust, of the older man.