The uniform which he carried--that of a captain in the 1st or Royal Regiment of Foot-- well set off his small waist, deep chest and square shoulders.
His complexion was clear and sanguine, albeit no longer retaining the candour of youth; his wig was carefully curled, and in colour a light golden-brown.

Though in fact his age was not far short of fifty, he looked hardly a day older than thirty-five.
In many respects his resemblance to Tristram was exceedingly close.
The stature and proportions were Tristram's; the nose like Tristram's in shape, but slightly longer; the eyes of the same greyish blue, though in this case deep lines radiated from the outer corners.
Above all, there was a fugitive, baffling likeness, that belonged to no particular feature, but to all.

On the other hand, the difference in expression between the two faces was hardly less striking: for whereas Tristram's beamed a modest kindliness on his fellows, this face looked out on the world with an unshrinking audacity.

Beside it the Earl of Marlborough's handsome countenance seemed to lack intelligence; but the Earl's countenance was then, and remains to-day, an impenetrable mask.
"You sent for me, my lord ?" Captain Salt's voice was silvery in tone and pleasant to hear as running water.
"I did," said the Earl, pressing his seal upon the letter and sitting down to direct it.

"You have the lists ?" The other drew a bundle of papers from his breastpocket, and advancing, laid them upon the table.