A reticent man, almost as tenderly trustful as a woman, of those who came up to his standards of honour, truth and the courage which rightly seemed to him the backbone of all the virtues.
What John thought may be readily imagined.

Accustomed to be considered and flattered, his uncle's quiet reserve had seemed to him disappointing, and now of late this abrupt praise and accepting comradeship left the sensitive lad too grateful for words.

The man at his side was wise enough to say no more, and they rode home and dismounted without further speech.
After dinner John sought a corner with Leila, where he could share with her his new-born enthusiasm about horses.

The Squire called to the rector and Mrs.Ann to come into his library.

"Sit down, Mark," he said, "I am rash to invite you; both you and Ann bore me to death with your Sunday schools and the mill men who won't come to church.