He would sit for any length of time, with the utmost enjoyment, bathing his temples in the light of any order of luminary.

Having first seen him perfectly swallowed up in admiration of Mrs.Jellyby, I had supposed her to be the absorbing object of his devotion.

I soon discovered my mistake and found him to be train-bearer and organ-blower to a whole procession of people.
Mrs.Pardiggle came one day for a subscription to something, and with her, Mr.Quale.Whatever Mrs.Pardiggle said, Mr.Quale repeated to us; and just as he had drawn Mrs.Jellyby out, he drew Mrs.Pardiggle out.

Mrs.Pardiggle wrote a letter of introduction to my guardian in behalf of her eloquent friend Mr.Gusher.With Mr.Gusher appeared Mr.Quale again.

Mr.Gusher, being a flabby gentleman with a moist surface and eyes so much too small for his moon of a face that they seemed to have been originally made for somebody else, was not at first sight prepossessing; yet he was scarcely seated before Mr.
Quale asked Ada and me, not inaudibly, whether he was not a great creature--which he certainly was, flabbily speaking, though Mr.Quale meant in intellectual beauty--and whether we were not struck by his massive configuration of brow.