Straight as an arrow, slender, his dress suit irreproachable, the chap nevertheless was more than a dandy.

He looked hard, as though he trained, and his smooth and ruddy face had a look of shrewd self-reliance.

So much of him Roger fathomed in the indignant cornered glance with which he welcomed him into the room.
"Why, good evening, Mr.Gale--glad to see you again, sir!" Young Sloane nervously held out his hand.

Roger took it and muttered something.

For several moments, his mind in a whirl, he heard their talk and laughter and his own voice joining in.