His capacious waistcoat was suggestive of a large heart underneath.

His rusty coat had a social air, and the baggy pockets plainly proved that little hands often went in empty and came out full.
His very boots were benevolent, and his collars never stiff and raspy like other people's.
"That's it!" said Jo to herself, when she at length discovered that genuine good will toward one's fellow men could beautify and dignify even a stout German teacher, who shoveled in his dinner, darned his own socks, and was burdened with the name of Bhaer.
Jo valued goodness highly, but she also possessed a most feminine respect for intellect, and a little discovery which she made about the Professor added much to her regard for him.

He never spoke of himself, and no one ever knew that in his native city he had been a man much honored and esteemed for learning and integrity, till a countryman came to see him.

He never spoke of himself, and in a conversation with Miss Norton divulged the pleasing fact.

From her Jo learned it, and liked it all the better because Mr.Bhaer had never told it.