I watched her face.
"He _is_ charming," she said at length.

"I am not sure that I ever met anybody quite like him, or rather I am quite sure that I never did.

He is so quiet, in a way, and yet so wonderfully confident and at ease!" "That's Eton," said I."He is the best type of Eton boy, and the best type of Eton boy," I declared, airing the little condition with a flourish, "is one of the greatest works of God." "I daresay you're right," said Mrs.Lascelles, smiling indulgently; "but what is it?
How do you define it?
It isn't 'side,' and yet I can quite imagine people who don't know him thinking that it is.

He is cocksure of himself, but of nothing else; that seems to me to be the difference.

No one could possibly be more simple in himself.