I--" He hesitated.

"Do you want to know my opinion of Quarrier?
I've never told you.

I don't usually talk about my--dislikes.

Do you want to know ?" "Certainly," said Siward curiously.
"Then, first of all, he is a sentimentalist." "Oh! oh!" jeered Siward.
"A sentimentalist of the weakest type," continued Plank obstinately; "because he sentimentalises over himself.

Siward, look out for the man with elaborate whiskers! Look out for a pallid man with eccentric hair and a silky beard! He's a sentimentalist of the sort I told you, and is usually utterly remorseless in his dealings with women.