When the others had gone, Toyner stood alone before Ann Markham.
I have often heard what Toyner looked like in those days.

Slight as his theological knowledge might be, he was quite convinced that if religion was anything it must be everything, personal appearance included.

As he stood before Ann, he appeared to be a dapper, rather dandified man, for he had dressed himself just as well as he could.

Everything that he did was done just as well as he could in those days; that was the reason he did not shirk the inexpressibly painful duty which now devolved on him.
You may picture him.

His clothes were black, his linen good.