They're very vexed it should have happened to you." Elizabeth felt a trifle uncomfortable.

Was the dear young man tilting at the idle rich--and the corrupt Old World?
She stole a glance at him, but perceived only that in his own tanned and sunburnt way he was a remarkably handsome well-made fellow, built on a rather larger scale than the Canadians she had so far seen.

A farmer?
His manners were not countrified.

But a farmer in Canada or the States may be of all social grades.
By this time they had reached the emigrant car, the conductor of which was standing on the steps.

He was loth to allow Lady Merton to enter, but Elizabeth persisted.