He seemed to be all affability, of an adipose turn.

He had the air of the man of the world among men of the world; but none of the unconscious reserve of manner that one expects to find in the temporarily great.

He had in its place a kind of sub-sulkiness, as if he regretted the pedestal from which he had descended.
In his slow commercial English he apologised for having kept me waiting; he had been taking the air of this fine morning, he said.

He mumbled the words with his eyes on my waistcoat, with an air that accorded rather ill with the semblance of portentous probity that his beard conferred on him.

But he set an eye-glass in his left eye immediately afterward, and looked straight at me as if in challenge.
With a smiling "Don't mention," I tried to demonstrate that I met him half way.
"You want to interview me," he said, blandly.