In fact there is something almost upsetting' about that mild old scoundrel.

He gives me what the Scots call a "scunner." (You have to hear a true Scot pronounce it before you get its inner meaning.) And when, that day, he began talking about his daughter's future being her father's care, I said--I forget exactly what I said but he seemed to get the idea all right.

It annoyed him.

We were both annoyed.

He did not put his feelings into words.