His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion.

His figure was uncommonly slim even for his age, which could not be more than thirteen; and the looseness of his garb made him appear thinner than he was in reality.

But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so.

He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years--to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask.

The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution.