As I closed the door I glanced back for another look at Uncle Max.

He had thrown himself into an easy-chair, as though he were tired, and was leaning back with his hands under his head in Charlie's fashion, looking up at Uncle Brian, who was standing on the rug.
I always thought Uncle Brian a very handsome man.

He had clear, well-cut features and a gray moustache, and he was quiet and dignified.

He always looked to me, with his brown complexion, more like an Indian officer than a wealthy banker.

There was nothing commercial in his appearance; but I should have admired him more if he had been less cold and repressive in manner; but he was an undemonstrative man, even to his own children.
I remember hinting this once to Uncle Max, and he had rebuked me more severely than he had ever done before.
'I do not like young girls like you, Ursula, to be so critical about their elders.