Percy was fair--his features were admirable--his expression and manner had actually no other fault than that of being too still and languid.

Maurice had brown hair, now a little tossed and disordered (for he had been busy all morning on board the boat), a pair of brown eyes of singular beauty, clear and true, and a tolerable set of features, which, like his manner, varied considerably, according to the humour he happened to be in.

Percy was a man of the world, understood and respected "les convenances," and never shocked anybody.

Maurice knew nothing about the world, and having no more refined rule of conduct than the simple one of right and wrong, which is, perhaps, too lofty for every-day use, he occasionally blundered in his behaviour to people he did not like.

At present, indeed, for some reason, by no means clear to himself, he returned the Englishman's glance in anything but a friendly manner.
Bob, the grey pony, trotted down the wharf with his load.