Captain Gideon Ware
... a big, dark young man, some four years
older than the Duke, who lounged at the head of the
table, with his long legs stretched out before him,
and one hand dug into the pocket of his white
buckskins. He had shed his scarlet coat for a
dressing-gown, and he wore on his feet a pair of
embroidered Turkish slippers. It was easy to trace
his relationship to Lord Lionel Ware. He had the
same high nose and stern gray eyes, and something
of the same mulish look about his mouth and chin,
which made his face, in repose, a little forbidding.
But he had also an attractively crooked smile, which
only persons for whom he had a fondness were
privileged to see. As he looked up, at the opening of
the door, his eyes narrowed, and the smile twisted
up one side of his mouth.
(ch. v)