His thick curly brown hair
showed a trace of grey, his short pointed beard was grizzled, his
complexion sanguine, his eyebrows thick. There were little vague
lines on his forehead, and his eyes were large and clear; an
interesting, expressive face, not technically handsome, but both
clever and good-natured. He was carelessly dressed in rather old
but well-cut clothes, and had an air of business-like decisiveness
which became him well, and made him seem comfortably at home in the
place; he nodded and smiled to the undergraduates at the gate, who
smiled back and saluted. He met a young man rushing down the court,
and said to him, "That's right, hurry up! You'll just be in time,"
a remark which was answered by a gesture of despair from the young
man. Then he went up the court towards the Hall, entered the
flagged passage, looked for a moment at the notices on the screen,
and went through into the back court, which was surrounded by a
tiny cloister.
Here he met an elderly man, clean-shaven, fresh-coloured, acute-
looking, who wore a little round bowler hat perched on a thick
shock of white hair. He was dressed in a black coat and waistcoat,
with a black tie, and wore rather light grey trousers. One would
have taken him for an old-fashioned country solicitor. He was, as a
matter of fact, the Vice-Master and Senior Fellow of the College--
Mr. Redmayne, who had spent his whole life there. He greeted the
younger man with a kindly, brisk, ironical manner, saying, "You
look very virtuous, Kennedy! What are you up to?"
"I am going for a turn in the garden," said Howard; "will you come
with me?"
"You are very good," said Mr.
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