His ideas were clearly envisioned.

He had read books of which I had never heard.

But apart from books his sallies of wit, the aptness of his stories and allusions quite dazzled me.
Though he was but two years my senior, I felt like a boy in his presence.

His maturity and self-possession and intellectual mastery of the hour kept me silent.

He recalled what he had done to bring me to the comforts of Mrs.Spurgeon's house when I arrived in Jacksonville, ill and helpless.