If you had met him, no matter how or where, you would probably have been pleased with him.

He would have made conversation for you, and put you at ease in a moment; you would have believed that he liked you, and you would therefore have been disposed to like him.

In short, he was agreeable to most people, and to some people fascinating.
And then his English! It was wonderful to hear him talk it.

No American could say that he spoke better English than Coronado, and no American surely ever spoke it so fluently.

It rolled off his lips in a torrent, undefiled by a mispronunciation or a foreign idiom.