He always seemed to be talking against time; and as he talked his emotions played visibly, too visibly, on his humorous, irregular face.

Taking into account his remarkable firmness of physique, it struck you that this transparency must be due to some excessive radiance of soul.

A soul (in Jewdwine's opinion) a trifle too demonstrative in its hospitality to vagrant impressions.

The Junior Journalists may have been a little hard on him.

On the whole, he left you dubious until the moment when, from pure nervousness, his speech went wild, even suffering that slight elision of the aspirate observed by some of them.