His head was always bent forward, as if he were watching or seeking something; and even when he had seated himself in his father's place at the work-table to tell his tale, his hands and feet, even the muscles of his well-formed but colorless face, were in constant movement.

He would jump up, or throw back his head to shake his long hair off his face, and his fine, large, dark eyes glowed with wrathful fires.
"I received my first repulse from the prefect," he began, and as he spoke, his arms, on whose graceful use the Greeks so strongly insisted, flew up in the air as though by their own impulse rather than by the speaker's will.
"Titianus affects the philosopher, because when he was young--long ago, that is very certain--his feet trod the Stoa." "Your master, Xanthos, said that he was a very sound philosopher," Melissa put in.
"Such praise is to be had cheap," said Philip, "by the most influential man in the town.

But his methods are old-fashioned.

He crawls after Zeno; he submits to authority, and requires more independent spirits to do the same.

To him the divinity is the Great First Cause.