His dark face was quite composed and inscrutable.

He was not a handsome man, but there was something undeniably striking about him, a strength of personality that made him somehow formidable.

The red and gold uniform he wore served to emphasise the breadth of shoulder, which his height did not justify.

He was a splendid wrestler.

There was not a man in the mess whom he could not throw.
Yet to those who knew him best, his strength seemed to lie less in what he did than in what he left undone.