I needed his precautions about spreading myself too thin, about being less flamboyantly loquacious, and subduing my excessive enthusiasm and emotional prodigality.

Once after giving me a drive, he kindly said, as he helped me out, "I have quite enjoyed your cheerful prattle." Fact was, he had monologued it in his most sesquipedalian phraseology.

I had no chance to say one word.

He had his own way of gaining magnetism; believed in associating with butchers.

Did you ever know one that was anaemic, especially at slaughtering time?
From them and the animals there and in stables, and the smell of the flowing blood, he felt that surely a radiant magnetism was gained.