No one talked, looked, flashed, frowned, beamed, as he did! had such prompt liveliness as he! such tenderness! No one was ever so versatile in playfulness.

He took the colour of the spirits of the people about him.

His vivacious or sedate man-of-the-world tone shifted to playfellow's fun in a twinkling.
I used as a little fellow to think him larger than he really was, but he was of good size, inclined to be stout; his eyes were grey, rather prominent, and his forehead sloped from arched eyebrows.

So conversational were his eyes and brows that he could persuade you to imagine he was carrying on a dialogue without opening his mouth.

His voice was charmingly clear; his laughter confident, fresh, catching, the outburst of his very self, as laughter should be.