It distinguished him from the other members of his class.

As for Warrington, there wasn't a pretty girl in the whole college town who couldn't boast of one or more of his impassioned stanzas.

And you may be sure that when Warrington became talked about these self-same halting verses were dug up from the garret and hung in sundry parlors.
Bennington was handsome, and, but for his father's blood, the idleness of his forebears would have marked him with effeminateness.

His head, his face, the shape of his hands and feet, these proclaimed the aristocrat.

It was only in the eyes and the broad shoulders that you recognized the iron-monger's breed.