No one had ever seen him wrathful; nor did he care enough for his fellow-mortals ever to be greatly vexed--at least he never manifested vexation otherwise than by a silence that showed more of contempt than suffering.
In person, he was very tall and very thin, with a head much too small for his height; a narrow forehead, above which the brown hair looked like a wig; pale-blue, ill-set eyes, that seemed too large for their sockets, consequently tumbled about a little, and were never at once brought to focus; a large, but soft-looking nose; a loose-lipped mouth, and very little chin.

He always looked as if consciously trying to keep himself together.

He wore his shirt-collar unusually high, yet out of it far shot his long neck, notwithstanding the smallness of which, his words always seemed to come from a throat much too big for them.

He had greatly the look of a hen, proud of her maternal experiences, and silent from conceit of what she could say if she would.

So much better would he have done as an underling than as a ruler--as a journeyman even, than a master, that to know him was almost to disbelieve in the good of what is generally called education.