And he was a well-made man,--just such a one as, in this dress, would take the eye of a country girl.

There was a little bit of dash about him,--just a touch of swagger,--which better breeding might have prevented.

But it was not enough to make him odious to an unprejudiced observer.

I could fancy that an old lady from London, with an eye in her head for manly symmetry, would have liked to look at Larry, and would have thought that a girl in Mary's position would be happy in having such a lover, providing that his character was good and his means adequate.

But Reginald Morton was not an old woman, and to his eyes the smart young farmer with his billicock hat, not quite straight on his head, was an odious thing to behold.