He was attired in the ordinary dress of an English gentleman; but once, when he raised his head to see if it rained, Andrew noticed that he only wore a woollen shirt, without a necktie.

As a rule, his well-trimmed, venerable beard hid this from view.
He seemed a man of unostentatious means.

Andrew lost him in Drury Lane and found him again in Piccadilly.

He was generally alone, never twice with the same person.

His business was scattered, or it was his pleasure that kept him busy.