At all events, he meant to take one.
As neither he nor Dad would hear of my leaving them to their cigars, I sat by and listened, and loved it all, every minute of it.

I didn't know, then (I don't know to this day) whether I liked Mr.
Porter best for being so boyish, or so manly.

But manly men who retain all the enthusiasms of youth have a certain charm one likes instinctively, I think.
There is no doubt that Mr.Porter quite captivated Dad.

"You make me feel like a boy," he said, after listening to a delightfully whimsical account of conditions in Peru.

"By George, that's a country for you! And Ecuador, I've always thought that must be an interesting place.