He was shown into a reception room and asked to wait, where others were waiting.

An hour passed and the day was growing dusk when all the callers save Jack had been disposed of.
Then Franklin entered.

Jack remembered the strong, well-knit frame and kindly gray eyes of the philosopher.

His thick hair, hanging below his collar, was now white.

He was very grand in a suit of black Manchester velvet with white silk stockings and bright silver buckles on his shoes.