." Here he paused at the sound of a footfall on the turf close behind him, and turned about with a slight frown; which readily yielded, however, and became a smile of courtesy.
"Ah, my dear Colt! Good evening!" "Good evening, Master." Mr.Colt came up deferentially, yet firmly, much as a nurse in a good family might collect a straying infant.

He was a tall, noticeably well-grown man, a trifle above thirty, clean shaven, with a square and obstinate chin.

He wore no hat, and his close black hair showed a straight middle parting above his low and somewhat protuberant forehead.

The parting widened at the occiput to a well-kept tonsure.
At the back the head wanted balance; and this lent a suggestion of brutality--of "thrust"-- to his abounding appearance of strength.
He walked in his priestly black with the gait and carriage proper to a heavy dragoon.
"A fine evening, indeed.

Are you disengaged ?" "Certainly, certainly"-- in comparison with Mr.Colt's grave voice the Master's was almost a chirrup--"whether for business or for the pleasure of a talk.