With curly dark hair and a perpetual pipe, his face was almost sullen in repose, but it lit up eagerly enough at any chance excitement.

Arnold was easily the eldest, a short man with iron-grey hair and very kindly eyes, a man master of himself and his circumstances.

Peter watched him eagerly.

He was likely to see a good deal of him, he thought, and he was glad there would be a padre as well in camp.
Donovan and Ferrars won the game and so the rubber easily, and the former pushed his chair back from the table.

"That's enough for me, boys," he said.