The man who now joined the group was a tall, gaunt figure, with a high
narrow head, from which the hair was brushed rigidly back to fall behind
in something like an old-fashioned queue. His eyes were black, and
surmounted with massive and much-arched eyebrows; a strongly marked
mouth, stern, determined, and, except in speaking, almost cruel in
expression, and a thin-pointed projecting chin, gave an air of severity
and strong will to features which, when he conversed, displayed a look
of courteous deference, and that peculiar desire to please that we
associate with a bygone school of breeding. He was one of those men,
and very distinctive are they, with whom even the least cautious take
no liberties, nor venture upon any familiarity. The eccentricities of
determined men are very often indications of some deep spirit beneath,
and not, as in weaker natures, mere emanations of vanity or offsprings
of self-indulgence.
If he was, beyond question, a gentleman, there were also signs about him
of narrow fortune: his scrupulously white shirt was not fine, and the
seams of his well-brushed coat showed both care and wear.
He had joined the group, who were talking of the coming Derby when the
Colonel came up. “I have sent for the man we want, Fossbrooke. I'm not
a fisherman myself; but they tell me he knows every lake, river, and
rivulet in the island. He has sat down to whist, but we 'll have him
here presently.”
“On no account; don't disturb his game for me.”
“Here he comes. Trafford, I want to present you to a very old friend of
mine, Sir Brook Fossbrooke,--as enthusiastic an angler as yourself. He
has the ambition to hook an Irish salmon. I don't suppose any one can
more readily help him on the road to it.”
The young man thus addressed was a large, strongly, almost heavily built
young fellow, but with that looseness of limb and freedom that showed
activity had not been sacrificed to mere power. He had a fine, frank,
handsome face, blue-eyed and bold-looking; and as he stood to receive
the Colonel's orders, there was in his air that blending of deference
and good-humored carelessness that made up his whole nature.
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