His cheeks were almost cadaverous, his eyes hollow.

His slight arrogance of bearing had gone; he gave one a most unpleasant impression.
"I remember Mr.Starling quite well," Arnold said.

"We met also, I think, at the Milan Hotel, a few minutes after the murder of Mr.
Rosario." Starling shook hands limply.

Sabatini smiled.
"A memorable occasion," he remarked.

"Let us take luncheon now.
Gustave," he added, turning to the waiter who had just entered the room, "serve the luncheon at once.