Coronado was dressed, on this spring morning, precisely as American dandies then dressed for summer promenades on Broadway.

His hat was a fine panama with a broad black ribbon; his frock-coat was of thin cloth, plain, dark, and altogether civilized; his light trousers were cut gaiter-fashion, and strapped under the instep; his small boots were patent-leather, and of the ordinary type.

There was nothing poetic about his attire except a reasonably wide Byron collar and a rather dashing crimson neck-tie, well suited to his dark complexion.
His manner was sometimes excitable, as we have seen above; but usually he was like what gentlemen with us desire to be.

Perhaps he bowed lower and smiled oftener and gestured more gracefully than Americans are apt to do.
But there was in general nothing Oriental about him, no assumption of barbaric pompousness, no extravagance of bearing.

His prevailing deportment was calm, grave, and deliciously courteous.