Even to this hour, Mrs. Rouncewell's calm hands lose their composure when she speaks of him, and unfolding themselves from her stomacher, hover about her in an agitated manner as she says what a likely lad, what a fine lad, what a gay, good-humoured, clever lad he was! 
Even to this hour, Mrs. Rouncewell's calm hands lose their composure when she speaks of him, trembling as she says what a fine lad, what a gay, good-humoured, clever lad he was! 