But though a huge pile of letters and papers came to him every morning by post, he unfortunately did not seem to spend much of his time in the library.
Perhaps he had not found the clue to that lost apartment.

Twice he went out shooting, but as on the first day he shot the keeper, and on the second very nearly shot the Duke, he gave that up.

Hunting he declined, though much pressed to make an essay in that art by Jeffrey Palliser.

He seemed to spend his time, as Lady Glencora said, in standing about,--except at certain times when he was closeted with Mr Palliser, and when, it may be presumed, he made himself useful.
On such days he would be seen at the hour of lunch with fingers much stained with ink, and it was generally supposed that on those occasions he had been counting up taxes and calculating the effect of great financial changes.

He was a tall, wiry, strong man, with a bald head and bristly red beard, which, however, was cut off from his upper and under lip.