It was odd how he contrived to produce this impression, but produce it he did.

It was Arthur Carroll's great charm, the great secret of a remarkable influence over his fellow-men.

He appealed with consummate skill to the selfish side of every one with whom he came in contact, he exalted him in his own eyes far above the masses with whom he was surrounded, by who could tell what subtle alchemy.
Each man preened unconsciously his panoply of spiritual pride under this other man's gentle, courteous eyes.

Even Rosenstein straightened himself.

And besides, this was the respectful admiration which the man himself excited, by reason of his fine appearance and address, his good looks, his irreproachable clothes, and his reputed wealth.
Arthur Carroll made an entrance into the "Tonsorial Parlor." Moreover, the other men could see out in front of the establishment, the coach, the coachman in livery--the first livery on record as actually resident in Banbridge; liveries had passed through, but never before tarried--the fretting steeds with their glittering equipment.