You imagine he's something of a highbrow Englishman, rather formal and polite, but he has an eye like a fish-hawk's and his orders go.

Hair and mustache white; you don't know if his clothes are old or new, but you feel they're exactly what he ought to wear.

That's Cartwright, so to speak, on top; but when you meet him you want to remember you're not up against a Canadian.

We're a straight type.

When we're tough, we're very tough all the time; when we're cultivated, you can see the polish shine.