His figure was tall and strong; but the custom of slinking about places where he had no business to be, and lounging in corners where he had nothing to do, had given it such a hopeless slouch that for the matter of beauty he might almost as well have been knock-kneed.

His eyes would have been handsome if the lids had been less red; and if he had ever looked you in the face, you would have seen that they were blue.

His complexion was fair by nature and discoloured by drink.

His manner was something between a sneak and a swagger, and he generally wore his cap a-one-side, carried his hands in his pockets and a short stick under his arm, and whistled when any one passed him.

His chief characteristic, perhaps, was the habit he had of kicking.