He was Mrs.Fyne's brother.

And, well, if his sister was the best friend she had in the world, then, by Jove, it was about time somebody came along to look after her a little.
Flora had tried more than once to free herself, but he tightened his grasp of her arm each time and even shook it a little without ceasing to speak.

The nearness of his face intimidated her.

He seemed striving to look her through.

It was obvious the world had been using her ill.