He was young and on the whole attractive.

His face was honest and sunburned; he carried himself well, and was dressed rather neatly in knickerbockers and shooting jacket.

She knew Christopher Askew was the son of a neighboring farmer, who owned his land.

Then, as the men stopped digging, Thorn pushed past.
"What's this ?" he asked haughtily.

"Why have you meddled ?" Askew looked hard at him, but answered in a quiet voice, "It cost us some trouble to mend the bank, and if you dig out the otter the stream will soon make an ugly gap." "Then it's a matter of the cost!" said Thorn.