His face was ever radiant with health, shining with satisfaction.

People liked him, and did not discount it by saying that he had nothing in him.

Gaston liked him most because he was so wholly himself, without guile, beautifully honest.
Now Cluny sat down, tapped the crown of his hat, looked at him cheerily, and said: "Got in a cracker, didn't he ?" Gaston nodded, amused.
"The fellows at Brooke's had a talkee-talkee, and they'd twenty different stories.

Of course it was rot.

We were all cut up though and hoped you'd pull through.