Here's your father." The Earl of Maltenby, who entered a moment later, was depressingly typical.

He was as tall as his youngest son, with whom he shook hands absently and whom he resembled in no other way.

He had the conventionally aristocratic features, thin lips and steely blue eyes.

He was apparently a little annoyed.
"Anything wrong, dear ?" Lady Maltenby asked.
Her husband took up his position on the hearthrug.
"I am annoyed with Stenson," he declared.
The Countess shook her head.
"It's too bad of you, Henry," she expostulated.

"You've been trying to talk politics with him.