Mr.Joel Ham, B.A., was a small thin man with a deceitful appearance of weakness.

There was a peculiar indecision about all his joints that made the certainty of his spring and the vigour of his grip matters of wonder to all those new boys who ventured to presume upon his seeming infirmities.

He had a scraggy red neck, a long beak-like nose, and queer slate-coloured eyes with pale lashes; his hair was thin and very fine in colour and texture, strangely like that of a yellow cat; and face, neck, and nose were mottled with patches of small purple veins.
To-day he was dressed in a long seedy black coat, a short seedy black vest, and a pair of now moleskins, glaringly white, and much too long and too large.
'Haddon,' said the master in a reflective tone, 'you are not looking as neat as usual.

You need dusting.

I will perform that kind office presently, and, believe me, I will do it well.