He had thought of Donald only as a "fair, false Highlander" in tartan, kilt, and philibeg.

He found him a tall, dark youth, richly dressed in the prevailing Southern fashion, and retaining no badge of his country's costume but the little Glengary cap with its chieftain's token of an eagle's feather.

His manners were not rude and haughty, as James had decided they would be; they were singularly frank and pleasant.

Gracious and graceful, exceedingly handsome and light-hearted, he was likely to prove a far more dangerous rival than even James' jealous heart had anticipated.
He rose at Christine's introduction, and offered his hand with a pleasant smile to James.

The latter received the courtesy with such marked aversion that Donald slightly raised his eyebrows ere he resumed his interrupted conversation with Christine.