I have no doubt he wagged his head and pursed his lips and looked unutterable things.

But really it takes a saint to suffer such fools gladly." I could not help smiling when I thought of the vicar's face, but Oscar's tone was not pleasant.
The change in him had gone further than I had feared.

He was now utterly contemptuous of criticism and would listen to no counsel.

He was gross, too, the rich food and wine seemed to ooze out of him and his manner was defiant, hard.

He was like some great pagan determined to live his own life to the very fullest, careless of what others might say or think or do.