He was not a judge of beauty, but thought the arch of her brows and the lines of nose and mouth were good.

She was pretty, but in admitting this one did not go far enough.

The pleasure he got from studying her picture was his only romantic weakness, and he could indulge it safely because if he ever saw her it would be when she had married his friend.
The curious thing was that she had promised to marry Charnock.

Bob was a good sort, but he was not on this girl's level, and if she raised him to it, would probably feel uncomfortable there.

He was slack and took the easiest way, while a hint of coarseness had recently got more marked.
Festing was not fastidious, but he lived with clear-eyed, wiry men who could do all that one could expect from flesh and blood.