"What did he look like, this philosopher of the night? He was very tall and thin, with a prominent nose and jaw. His eyes blazed like coals in caverns of darkness. His hair was long and gray, and he wore a black cloak with a loose hood like that of a mink; he had a harsh, grating voice, and his expression was full of savage curiosity.
"And that was the man who-"
Fritz stopped.
He swallowed, and his eyes moved to the door. Everyone followed his gaze. The parlor had never been so still. No one moved, no one dared to breathe, for the latch was lifting.
The door slowly opened.
On the threshold stood a man in a long black cloak with a loose hood like a monk's. His gray hair hung down on either side of his face: a long, narrow face with a prominent nose and jaw, and eyes that looked like burning coals in caverns of darkness.