It was a handsome, lively, quick face, full of change and motion; and his hair was a silvered iron-grey.

I took him to be nearer sixty than fifty, but he was upright, hearty, and robust.

From the moment of his first speaking to us his voice had connected itself with an association in my mind that I could not define; but now, all at once, a something sudden in his manner and a pleasant expression in his eyes recalled the gentleman in the stagecoach six years ago on the memorable day of my journey to Reading.

I was certain it was he.

I never was so frightened in my life as when I made the discovery, for he caught my glance, and appearing to read my thoughts, gave such a look at the door that I thought we had lost him.
However, I am happy to say he remained where he was, and asked me what I thought of Mrs.Jellyby.
"She exerts herself very much for Africa, sir," I said.
"Nobly!" returned Mr.Jarndyce.