He knew all about Frank's affair, and, though it troubled him, he did not see why it should make any difference in his regard for Frank's sister.

Fastidious as he was in all things, he was fastidiously deferential.

Not an exquisite, he had all that vanity as to appearance so usual with the military man; himself of the most perfect temper and sweetness of manner and conduct, the unusual disturbed him.

Not possessed of a vivid imagination, he could scarcely conjure up this Indian bride at Greyhope.
But face to face with Marion Armour he saw what troubled his mind, and he determined he would not meet her irony with irony, her assumed indifference with indifference.

He had learned one of the most important lessons of life--never to quarrel with a woman.