Mr Jack Westruther
The voice was full of lazy amusement, and it made Freddy turn quickly. It belonged to a tall man whose
air and bearing proclaimed the Corinthian. Coat, neckcloth, fobs, seals, and quizzing-glass, all belonged
to the Dandy; but the shoulders setting of the coat so admirably, and the powerful thighs, hidden by satin
knee-breeches, betrayed the Blood, the out-and-outer not to be beaten on any sporting suit. The face
above the starched shirt-points was a handsome one, with a mouth as mocking as its owner's voice, and
a pair of intensely blue eyes which laughed into Freddy's.