The front view of him was the view in which he looked oldest; meeting him face to face, he might have been estimated at fifty or more.
Walking behind him, his back and shoulders were almost young enough to have passed for five-and-thirty.

His manners were distinguished by a grave serenity.

When he opened his lips, he spoke in a rich bass voice, with an easy flow of language, and a strict attention to the elocutionary claims of words in more than one syllable.

Persuasion distilled from his mildly-curling lips; and, shabby as he was, perennial flowers of courtesy bloomed all over him from head to foot.
"This is the residence of Mr.Vanstone, I believe ?" he began, with a circular wave of his hand in the direction of the house.

"Have I the honor of addressing a member of Mr.Vanstone's family ?" "Yes," said the plain-spoken Miss Garth.