But De Sylva's animated gestures and flashing eyes were enough.

Ever and anon, the excitable citizens of Maceio would turn and gaze at one or other of the three, while loud cries of "Bravo!" punctuated the President's oratory.
When Coke's turn came for these demonstrations, he tried to grin, but was only able to scowl.

For once in his stormy life he was nonplused.
His brick-red countenance glowed with heat and embarrassment.

At the close of the speech he muttered to Hozier: "Wish I'd ha' known wot sort of beano I was comin' to.

Dam if I ain't meltin'." This ordeal ended, dejeuner was served.