He is an awfully good fellow, Mother, though you don't like him; extremely cultivated, and so quaintly amusing, with his cynical views on life.

You will like him when you know him better.

He is a jolly good sportsman, too--for a foreigner." "And of what nation is Mr.Markrute, Tristram, do you know ?" Lady Tancred asked.
Really, all women--even mothers--were tiresome at times with their questions! "'Pon my word, I don't." And he laughed awkwardly.

"Austrian, perhaps, or Russian.

I have never thought about it; he speaks English so well, and he is a naturalized Englishman, in any case." "But as you are marrying into the family, don't you think it would be more prudent, dear, to gather some information on the subject ?" Lady Tancred hazarded.
And then she saw the true Tancred spirit come out, which she had often vainly tried to combat in her husband during her first years of married life, and had desisted in the end.