He did not appear to be in the least flustered or disturbed.

He knew how to keep books, he said, though he knew nothing of the details of the grain and commission business.

It was interesting to him.

He would like to try it.
"I like that fellow," Henry Waterman confided to his brother the moment Frank had gone with instructions to report the following morning.
"There's something to him.

He's the cleanest, briskest, most alive thing that's walked in here in many a day." "Yes," said George, a much leaner and slightly taller man, with dark, blurry, reflective eyes and a thin, largely vanished growth of brownish-black hair which contrasted strangely with the egg-shaped whiteness of his bald head.