After breakfast Mr Fairlie’s personal servant, Louis,came to
tell me that Mr Fairlie would like to see me. I followed the
servant upstairs and was shown into a large room full of art
treasures. There,in an armchair,sat a small,pale,delicate-looking
man of about fifty. Despite his fine clothes and the valuable
rings on his soft white fingers, there was something very
unattractive about him.