This made the attractiveness of the man; he compelled confidence; it was felt that he never exaggerated in the suggestion of force concealed beneath his careless, mirthful manner.

Irene, in spite of her humorous observation, hung upon his speech.

Involuntarily, she glanced at his delicate complexion, at the whiteness and softness of his ungloved hand, and felt in a subtle way this combination of the physically fine with the morally hard, trenchant, tenacious.

Close your eyes, and Arnold Jacks was a high-bred bulldog endowed with speech; not otherwise would a game animal of that species, advanced to a world-polity, utter his convictions.
"You take for granted," she remarked, "that our race is the finest fruit of civilisation." "Certainly.

Don't you ?" "It's having a pretty good conceit of ourselves.