Hon. Philip Green

He was an Englishman, though of an unusual type.
“A savage?” said I, linking my facts after the fashion of my illustrious friend.
“Exactly. That describes him very well. He is a bulky, bearded, sunburned fellow, who looks as if he would be more at home in a farmers’ inn than in a fashionable hotel. A hard, fierce man, I should think, and one whom I should be sorry to offend.”

A huge, swarthy man with a bristling black beard walking slowly down the centre of the street and staring eagerly at the numbers of the houses.

The son of the famous admiral of that name who commanded the Sea of Azof fleet in the Crimean War.