He was as plain-looking a man as he had been a boy, more hatchet-faced than ever.

He was long and lean and angular, and his positions were ungraceful.

But his eyes were the eyes of Don Quixote.

The eyes had appealed to Nelly as long as she could remember.
"Oh, if you're against me, Nell!" said Sir Denis, lamely.

"Ah! there's the bell! And a good thing, too.