He is a wonderfully well read man for a Hindoo, can talk upon almost every subject, and is really a pleasant fellow." "I don't like him; I don't like him at all," Isobel said positively.
"Ah, that is only because you thought he made you a little more conspicuous than you liked by his attentions to you, Isobel." "No, indeed, uncle; that was very silly and ridiculous, but I did not like the man himself, putting that aside altogether.

It was like talking to a man with a mask on: it gave me a creepy feeling.

It did not seem to me that one single word he said was sincere, but that he was acting; and over and over again as he was talking I said to myself, 'What is this man really like?
I know he is not the least bit in the world what he pretends to be.

But what is the reality ?' I felt just the same as I should if I had one of those great snakes they bring to our veranda coiling round me.

The creature might look quiet enough, but I should know that if it were to tighten it would crush me in a moment." The Major and Mrs.Hunter both laughed at her earnestness, but the Doctor said gravely, "Is that really how you felt about him when he was talking to you, Miss Hannay?
I am sorry to hear you say that.