Perhaps--" with a sudden thought, "you're an actor.

Are you ?" Mount Dunstan admitted to himself that he liked the junior assistant of Jones immensely.

A more ingenuously common young man, a more innocent outsider, it had never been his blessed privilege to enter into close converse with, but his very commonness was a healthy, normal thing.
It made no effort to wreathe itself with chaplets of elegance; it was beautifully unaware that such adornment was necessary.

It enjoyed itself, youthfully; attacked the earning of its bread with genial pluck, and its good-natured humanness had touched him.

He had enjoyed his talk; he wanted to hear more of it.