mr. darnay had kissed her hand fervently and gratefully, and had turned to mr. stryver, whom he warmly thanked. mr. stryver, a man of little more than thirty, but looking twenty years older than he was, stout, loud, red, bluff, and free from any drawback of delicacy, had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally and physically) into companies and conversations, that argued well for his shouldering his way up in life.