Hesketh as Hesketh was worthily admirable as ever, wholesome and agreeable, as well turned out by his conscience as he was by his tailor; it was Hesketh in his relation to his new environment that seemed vaguely to come short.

This in spite of an enthusiasm which was genuine enough; he found plenty of things to like about the country.
It was perhaps in some manifestation of sensitiveness that he failed; he had the adaptability of the pioneer among rugged conditions, but he could not mingle quite immediately with the essence of them; he did not perceive the genius loci.

Lorne had been conscious of this as a kind of undefined grievance; now he specified it and put it down to Hesketh's isolation among ways that were different from the ways he knew.

You were bound to notice that Hesketh as a stranger had his own point of view, his own training to retreat upon.
"I certainly liked him better over there," Lorne told Advena, "but then he was a part of it--he wasn't separated out as he is here.

He was just one sort of fellow that you admired, and there were lots of sorts that you admired more.