The leather-covered chairs, the big and well-filled bookcase which covered one wall of the room, the huge, solid-oak writing-desk, covered with books and half-finished manuscripts, spoke unmistakably of its owner's occupation.
After he had changed his shoes, he refilled his pipe, walked over to the fire, and stood looking down into its glowing heart.
He was a man a little above medium height, slimly built, with a breadth of shoulder which was suggestive of the athlete.

He had indeed rowed 4 in his boat, and had fought his way into the semi-finals of the amateur boxing championship of England.

His face was strong, lean, yet well-moulded.

His eyes were grey and deep, his eyebrows straight and a little forbidding.

The clean-shaven mouth was big and generous, and the healthy tan of his cheek told of a life lived in the open air.
There was nothing of the recluse or the student in his appearance.