He wore slippers and a sort of blazer of some incredible college purple.
"This way," he said; "mind the steps by the staircase.

This house is more crooked and old-fashioned than you would think from its snobbish exterior.

There are quite a lot of odd corners in the place really." "That," said Rupert, with a savage smile, "I can quite believe." We were by this time in the study or back parlour, used by the young inhabitants as a sitting-room, an apartment littered with magazines and books ranging from Dante to detective stories.

The other youth, who stood with his back to the fire smoking a corncob, was big and burly, with dead brown hair brushed forward and a Norfolk jacket.

He was that particular type of man whose every feature and action is heavy and clumsy, and yet who is, you would say, rather exceptionally a gentleman.
"Any more arguments ?" he said, when introductions had been effected.