There he sat on the floor, his red hair glowing like a torch, his clothes torn and bloody, his beard ragged and stretching in a Newgate frill to his ears.

Indeed, his whole appearance, accentuated by the blue spectacles with wire gauze side-pieces, was more disreputable than words can tell; moreover, he smelt horribly of lion.

He put his hand into his pocket, and produced his big pipe, which had remained unbroken in its case.
"Some tobacco, please," he said.

(Those were his first words to us!) "I have finished mine, saved up the last to smoke just before they put me into that stinking basket." I gave him some, and as he lit his pipe the light of the match fell upon the face of Maqueda, who was staring at him with amused astonishment.
"What an uncommonly pretty woman," he said.

"What's she doing down here, and who is she ?" I told him, whereon he rose, or rather tried to, felt for his hat, which, of course, had gone, with the idea of taking it off, and instantly addressed her in his beautiful and fluent Arabic, saying how glad he was to have this unexpected honour, and so forth.
She congratulated him on his escape, whereon his face grew serious.
"Yes, a nasty business," he said, "as yet I can hardly remember whether my name is Daniel, or Ptolemy Higgs." Then he turned to us and added, "Look here, you fellows, if I don't thank you it isn't because I am not grateful, but because I can't.