Much that is repulsive to us in the manners of the Valois, may have been indifferent to him.
Bruno had just passed his thirtieth year.

He was a man of middling height, spare figure, and olive complexion, wearing a short chestnut-colored beard.

He spoke with vivacity and copious rhetoric, aiming rather at force than at purity of diction, indulging in trenchant metaphors to adumbrate recondite thoughts, passing from grotesque images to impassioned flights of declamation, blending acute arguments and pungent satires with grave mystical discourses.

The impression of originality produced by his familiar conversation rendered him agreeable to princes.

There was nothing of the pedant in his nature, nothing about him of the doctor but his title.
After a residence of rather less than four years in Paris, he resolved upon a journey to England.