He was fat, red-faced, with a pair of terrific moustaches, and a closely clipped head showing two scars.
"I've daughters older than you, ma'am," he said, in part explanation of his friendliness.

"One's got a new baby.

He's a devil!" "W-what ?" asked Ailsa.
"The right kind of devil, ma'am.

I've been to see him! He wanted my sword; he tried to chew off my shoulder straps; he almost impaled himself on my spurs.

By heaven, ma'am, _that's_ a boy for you!" Ailsa smiled.