Indeed, at the moment he rose, there was something very fine and very impressive in his figure.

He is, as most people know, a man of unusual height; hard exercise and the ride across country have kept him from having any of that tendency to _embonpoint_ which destroys in middle age so many a fine figure.

On the contrary, there is not a superfluous ounce of flesh on that tall, alert figure; it is the figure of a trained athlete rather than the figure one would associate with a nobleman in the end of a self-indulgent and ever-eating and over-drinking century.

The features, strong yet gentle, though far from regular, have considerable distinction, and the flowing red beard makes the face stand out in any assembly.

Carefully but plainly dressed, erect, perfectly composed, and courteous in every word and look and gesture, Lord Spencer made his plea for justice to the nation where once his name was the symbol for hatred and wrong.
[Sidenote: A man of deeds, not words.] Lord Spencer is not an orator.