"And this Mr.Lee," she continued more gently, "is he really a highwayman ?" "George Lee," said Clinch, settling himself back oratorically in his chair, "my dear young lady, IS a highwayman, but not of the common sort.
He is a gentleman born, madam, comes from one of the oldest families of the Eastern Shore of Maryland.

He never mixes himself up with anything but some of the biggest strikes, and he's an educated man.

He is very popular with ladies and children; he was never known to do or say anything that could bring a blush to the cheek of beauty or a tear to the eye of innocence.

I think I may say I'm sure you found him so." "I shall never believe him anything but a gentleman," said Mrs.Scott, firmly.
"If he has a defect, it is perhaps a too reckless indulgence in draw poker," said the Colonel, musingly; "not unbecoming a gentleman, understand me, Mrs.Scott, but perhaps too reckless for his own good.
George played a grand game, a glittering game, but pardon me if I say an UNCERTAIN game.

I've told him so; it's the only point on which we ever differed." "Then you know him ?" said Mrs.Hale, lifting her soft eyes to the Colonel.
"I have that honor." "Did his appearance, Josephine," broke in Hale, somewhat ostentatiously, "appear to--er--er--correspond with these qualities?
You know what I mean." "He certainly seemed very simple and natural," said Mrs.Hale, slightly drawing her pretty lips together.