Excellent health manifested itself in the warm purity of his skin, in his cheerful aspect, and the lightness of his bearing.

The lower half of his forehead was wrinkled, and when he did not fix his look on anything in particular, his eyelids drooped, giving him for the moment an air of languor.

On sitting down, he at once abandoned himself to a posture of the completest ease, which his admirable proportions made graceful.
From his appearance one would have expected him to speak in rather loud and decided tones; but he had a soft voice, and used it with all the discretion of good-breeding, so that at times it seemed to caress the ear.

To this mode of utterance corresponded his smile, which was frequent, but restrained to the expression of a delicate, good-natured irony.
'No one had told me of your return,' were Miss Barfoot's first words as she shook hands with him.
'I fancy because no one knew.

You were the first of my kinsfolk to whom I wrote.' 'Much honour, Everard.