"Why didn't you bring your young man ?" "He's too busy for frivolity," replied Margaret.
"I saw him this afternoon," continued Madam Bowker, talking aside to her alone when the ripples from the new stone in the pond had died away.
"He's what they call a pretty rough customer.

But he has his good points." "You liked him better ?" said the astonished Margaret.
"I disliked him less," corrected the old lady.

"He's not a man any one"-- this with emphasis and a sharp glance at her granddaughter--"likes.

He neither likes nor is liked.

He's too much of an ambition for such petty things.