The whole place was quaint and pleasant, especially by contrast with
the horrible London fog outside. Squeezing my small person into a
corner where I was in nobody's way, I watched the proceedings for a
while. Suddenly an agreeable voice at my side asked me if I would like
a look at the catalogue. I glanced at the speaker, and in a sense fell
in love with him at once--as I have explained before, I am one of
those to whom a first impression means a great deal. He was not very
tall, though strong-looking and well-made enough. He was not very
handsome, though none so ill-favoured. He was just an ordinary fair
young Englishman, four or five-and-twenty years of age, with merry
blue eyes and one of the pleasantest expressions that I ever saw. At
once I felt that he was a sympathetic soul and full of the milk of
human kindness. He was dressed in a rough tweed suit rather worn, with
the orchid that seemed to be the badge of all this tribe in his
buttonhole. Somehow the costume suited his rather pink and white
complexion and rumpled fair hair, which I could see as he was sitting
on his cloth hat.
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