He is more a rough cub than a blackguard.

Think it over." "Yes, sir," and John walked away.
The rector looked after the boy thinking--he's the Squire all over, with more imagination, a gentleman to the core.

But how wonderfully changed, and in only eight months.
John was now, this July, allowed to ride with Leila when his uncle was otherwise occupied.

He had been mounted on a safe old horse and was not spared advice from Leila, who enjoyed a little the position of mistress of equestrianism.

She was slyly conscious of her comrade's mildly resentful state of mind.
"Don't pull on him so hard, John.