He had a trick of moving them in conjunction with his thoughts so that his face was seldom in absolute repose.

It was said that there was a strain of royal blood in Saltash, and in the days before he had succeeded to the title when he had been merely Charles Burchester, he had borne the nickname of "the merry monarch." Certain wild deeds in a youth that had not been beyond reproach had seemed to warrant this, but of later years a friend had bestowed a more gracious title upon him, and to all who could claim intimacy with him he had become "Charles Rex." The name fitted him like a garment.

A certain arrogance, a certain royalty of bearing, both utterly unconscious and wholly unfeigned, characterized him.

Whatever he did, and his actions were often far from praiseworthy, this careless distinction of mien always marked him.

He received an almost involuntary respect where he went.
Captain Larpent who commanded his yacht _The Night Moth_--most morose and unresponsive of men--paid him the homage of absolute acquiescence.
Whatever his private opinions might be, he never expressed them unless invited to do so by his employer.