He was indeed uncommonly slender.

In fact, either he had forgotten to tell Flossie that he was a featherweight boxer, or she had forgotten to pass the information on.

The most terrible thing about him was his fierce air, and the most dangerous-looking his sharp, tip-tilted nose.
Then Pollyooly sat down in considerable relief; she was quite sure now that did Mr.Reginald Butterwick discover that his rival was in his bedroom and hale him forth, the person who would suffer would be Mr.
Reginald Butterwick.

She took up again the gigantic sock she was mending; and she kept looking up from it to observe with an easy eye the pride of the Polytechnic as he walked round the studio examining the draperies, the pictures, and the drawings on the wall.

Whenever his eye rested on one signed by Hilary Vance he sniffed a bitter, contemptuous sniff.