His vivid tongue, his picturesque fancy, ran away with him.

I had never heard him talk better or more incisively before; one could feel sure, as he spoke, that the arteries of his own acute and teeming brain at that moment of exaltation were by no means deficient in those energetic and highly vital globules on whose reparative worth he so eloquently descanted.
"Sure, the Professor makes annywan see right inside wan's own vascular system," Callaghan whispered aside to me, in unfeigned admiration.
The demonstration ended in impressive silence.

As we streamed out of the laboratory, aglow with his electric fire, Sebastian held me back with a bent motion of his shrivelled forefinger.

I stayed behind unwillingly.
"Yes, sir ?" I said, in an interrogative voice.
The Professor's eyes were fixed intently on the ceiling.

His look was one of rapt inspiration.