His was also a serious countenance, tanned, dignified too; but his eyes were no match for his valet's; too dreamy, introspective.

Screwed in his left eye was a monocle down from which flowed a broad ribbon.

In public he always wore it; no one about the hotel had as yet seen him without it, and he had been a guest there for more than a fortnight.
He drank nothing in the way of liquor, though his man occasionally wandered into the bar and ordered a stout or an ale.

After dinner the valet's time appeared to be his own; for he went out nearly every night.

He seemed very much interested in shop-windows, especially those which were filled with curios.