The Viscount is a very particular gentleman.

I don't think as you'll be, Mr.Anne ?' he added, with a confidential smile in the mirror.
He was about sixteen, well set up, with a pleasant, merry, freckled face, and a pair of dancing eyes.

There was an air at once deprecatory and insinuating about the rascal that I thought I recognised.

There came to me from my own boyhood memories of certain passionate admirations long passed away, and the objects of them long ago discredited or dead.

I remembered how anxious I had been to serve those fleeting heroes, how readily I told myself I would have died for _them_, how much greater and handsomer than life they had appeared.