THE FRIEND He was tall and slim, and had an elegance of air which really does not seem to belong to our age.

His face was bronzed and his eyes were of so dark a grey--I know since that they are grey--that I thought them black that evening in the shadow of the woods.
He had a little black moustache, and, in odd contrast to it and his look of youth, his hair was quite white.

It was perhaps that which gave him his air of elegance.

He was really like a powdered gallant of the last century rather than a gentleman of this.

But his speech was of this, and very Irish as well.
"I am so glad I was able to assist you," he said.