He didn't like him.

He had decided that at a first glance.
He was too supercilious and self-assured and had a way of looking clean through men's heads.

He conveyed the impression of having bought the earth,--and Joan.

A pity he was too old for a year or two of Yale.

That would make him a bit more of a man.
When presently the Jazzers paused in order to recuperate,--every one of them deserving first aid for the wounded,--and Joan came out for a little air with Palgrave, Harry strolled up.