His frame was spare and graceful still, but there was energy and directness in his movements, his shoulders were square and he held his head high; yet it was his face that had changed most, though in a way very hard to define.
A strong manhood sometimes follows a weak boyhood, very much to the surprise of those who have long been used to find feebleness where strength has suddenly developed.

Marcello Consalvi had never been cowardly, or even timid; he had only been weak in will as in body, an easy prey to the man who had tried to ruin him, body and soul, in the hope of sending him to his grave.
"I really cannot understand you, my dear boy," Corbario said very sweetly.

"You used to be so gentle! But now you fly into a passion for the merest thing." "I told you that I would not argue with you," Marcello said, keeping his temper.

"This is my house, and I choose that you should leave it at once.

Go your way, and leave me to go mine.