Under the appearance of universal benevolence he conceals universal scorn.

His finesse, sharpened by the grindstone of adversity, has become mischievous.

And, while he sees through all disguises worn by others, he hides his penetration carefully under a mask of cheerful good nature and jovialness.

But he is kind, he loves his friends, and is devoted to them.
He arrived, hardly dressed, so great had been his haste.

His first words on entering were, "What is the matter ?" Noel pressed his hand in silence, and by way of answer, pointed to the bed.