His emotions always found vent in speech.
"It is a folly," he repeated, "that he has committed.

I do not understand, gentlemen, how he was permitted to do such a thing--he whose life is of value to millions." He turned his head to glance sharply at Captain Clubbe, at Colville, at Turner, who listened with that half-contemptuous silence which Englishmen oppose to unnecessary or inopportune speech.
"Ah!" he said, "you do not understand--you Englishmen--or you do not believe, perhaps, that he is the King.

You would demand proofs which you know cannot be produced.

I demand no proofs, for I know.

I know without any proof at all but his face, his manner, his whole being.