Whom should I mean?
Jack Romayne, of course.

There's a man for you.

I just wish he'd waggle his finger at me! But he won't do things.

He just 'glowers' at her, as old McTavish would say, with those deep eyes of his, and sets his jaw like a wolf trap, and waits.

Oh, men are so stupid with women!" "Indeed ?" said Larry.