A young man of twenty-eight nearly always looks on a boy of twenty-one with the air of a superior, and this assumption, not being an ill-natured one, is apt to be so easy and so undefined that the younger hardly knows how to resent or to resist it.

But Edouard was a little vain as we know; and the Colonel jarred him terribly.

His quick haughty eye jarred him.

His regimentals jarred him: they fitted like a glove.

His mustache and his manner jarred him, and, worst of all, his cool familiarity with Rose, who seemed to court him rather than be courted by him.