Then--he's not of your order--though I hate the phrase and I hate the kind of man.

All the same, Biddy, you may pretend to despise the men of your own class, but I fancy that, after a spell of roughing it with Colin on the Upper Leura, you'd hanker after something in them that Colin hasn't and never will have....

And then,' Joan's swift imagination carried her on with a rush, 'you don't know in the least the type of man he is.

You'd have to give in to him: he'd never give in to you.

He's domineering, jealous, vindictive and reserved.