What a time I've had! What a time I've had!' It was more than twelve months since Malkin's departure from England.
Though sun and sea had doubtless contributed to his robustness, he must always have been a fair example of the vigorous Briton.

His broad shoulders, upright bearing, open countenance, and frank resonant voice, declared a youth passed amid the wholesome conditions which wealth alone can command.

The hearty extravagance of his friendliness was only possible in a man who has never been humiliated by circumstances, never restricted in his natural needs of body and mind.

Yet he had more than the heartiness of a contented Englishman.

The vivacity which made a whirlwind about him probably indicated some ancestral mingling with the blood of a more ardent race.