Credit for this description should be given entirely to the above-mentioned periodical.
Furthermore, a sojourn in Paris was held to confer a "certain nameless and indescribable polish" upon the manners of the visitor; also, there was something called "an air of foreign travel." They talked a great deal about polish in those days; and some examples still extant do not deny their justification; but in the case of Mr.
Carewe, there existed a citizen of Rouen, one already quoted, who had the temerity to declare the polish to be in truth quite nameless and indescribable for the reason that one cannot paint a vacuum.

However, subscription to this opinion should not be over-hasty, since Mr.Crailey Gray had been notoriously a rival of Carewe's with every pretty woman in town, both having the same eye in such matters, and also because the slandered gentleman could assume a manner when he chose to, whether or not he possessed it.

At his own table he exhaled a hospitable graciousness which, from a man of known evil temper, carried the winsomeness of surprise.

When he wooed, it was with an air of stately devotion, combined with that knowingness which sometimes offsets for a widower the tendency a girl has to giggle at him; and the combination had been, once or twice, too much for even the alluring Crailey.
Mr.Carewe lived in an old-fashioned house on the broad, quiet, shady street which bore his name.

There was a wide lawn in front, shadowy under elm and locust trees, and bounded by thick shrubberies.