Touching, don't you think ?' He had seated himself crosswise on a camp-stool, and seemed to be admiring the contour of his brown boots.

Lionel's age was not more than seven-and-twenty; he enjoyed sound health, and his face signified contentment with the scheme of things as it concerned himself; but a chronic languor possessed him.

It might be sheer laziness, possibly a result of that mental habit, discernible In his look, whereby he had come to regard his own judgment as the criterion of all matters in heaven and earth.

Yet the conceit which relaxed his muscles was in the main amiable; it never repelled as does the conceit of a fop or a weakling or a vulgar person; he could laugh heartily, even with his own affectations for a source of amusement.

Of personal vanity he had little, though women esteemed him good-looking; his steady, indolent gaze made denial of such preoccupation.