He wore a closely-trimmed dark beard, and his regular features, straight brows and bold white forehead made his face as fine as it was fearless.
He seemed entirely indifferent to the sensation he produced.
It was generally known that he had been divorced from his wife two years previous, and this fact, together with his wealth, standing and personal appearance, made him an object of attention to everybody.
His manner was unexceptionable, and his bearing perfectly cool, to an ordinary observer; but as I passed him on the porch, late in the evening, smoking, I saw him looking silently over the moon-lighted sea, and wincing at his secret thoughts.
His room adjoined mine. He was at Marshlea three weeks before I made his acquaintance.
He knocked at my door one evening just at sunset.
"Mr. Cathmor, would you like to drive in town with me to-night? The sunset promises us a fine evening."
I had planned a sail by the moonlight, but an impulse to accept Colonel Staniels' invitation instantly seized me.
I admired the colonel, was glad to know more of him, as this opportunity suggested, and I liked fine horses, and the colonel's were very fine. I accepted the invitation.
When we went out the sun had just set, and a boy was holding the horses.