He wore large cravats and square-tailed coats.

He did not smoke.
At the head of his dining-table loaded with flowers and plate, he sat between the Hon.

Mrs.Winlow and Mrs.Jaspar Bellew, nor could he have desired more striking and contrasted supporters.

Equally tall, full-figured, and comely, Nature had fixed between these two women a gulf which Mr.Pendyce, a man of spare figure, tried in vain to fill.
The composure peculiar to the ashen type of the British aristocracy wintered permanently on Mrs.Winlow's features like the smile of a frosty day.

Expressionless to a degree, they at once convinced the spectator that she was a woman of the best breeding.