He's more kinds of a good fellow than people generally understand.

He doesn't wear his heart upon his sleeve-not his ulster sleeve, anyway.

You can always count me on your side when it's a question of finding Beaton not guilty if he'll leave the State." Alma set her drawing against the wall, in rising to say goodnight to Fulkerson.

He bent over on his stick to look at it.

"Well, it's beautiful," he sighed, with unconscious sincerity.
Alma made him a courtesy of mock modesty.