Then Jean did not need to be told who this newcomer was.
"Jean, this is my friend, Andrew Colmor." Jean knew when he met Colmor's grip and the keen flash of his eyes that he was glad Ann had set her heart upon one of their kind.

And his second impression was something akin to the one given him in the road by the admiring lad.

Colmor's estimate of him must have been a monument built of Ann's eulogies.

Jean's heart suffered misgivings.
Could he live up to the character that somehow had forestalled his advent in Grass Valley?
Surely life was measured differently here in the Tonto Basin.
The children, bundling their treasures to their bosoms, were dragged off to bed in some remote part of the house, from which their laughter and voices came back with happy significance.

Jean forthwith had an interested audience.