In every sense he was a person against whom you would feel disposed to guard yourself, whether in the ordinary intercourse of life and its transactions, or still more in the secret workings of the darker and more vindictive passions.

He was what they call a down-looking man; that is, one who in conversation could never look you straight in the face, which fact, together with a habit of quivering observable in his upper lip, when any way agitated, gave unquestionable proof that his cowardice was equal to his malignity, as his treachery was to both.

His age might be about fifty, or, perhaps beyond it.
The other was a tall man, well featured, of a clear fresh complexion, a fine blue eye, and altogether, a kind, benevolent expression of countenance.

He had been rather stout, but not robust, and might, perhaps, at the time we write of, be about the same age as his companion.

He was evidently a man of respectability, well dressed, not badly educated, and on the present occasion wore good broadcloth and top boots.