Mr Fisker's arms were waved gracefully about.

His head was turned now this way and now that, but never towards his plate.

It was very well done.

But there was more faith in one ponderous word from Mr Melmotte's mouth than in all the American's oratory.
There was not one of them then present who had not after some fashion been given to understand that his fortune was to be made, not by the construction of the railway, but by the floating of the railway shares.

They had all whispered to each other their convictions on this head.