He would have appeared more in place in the States upon the southern Atlantic seaboard, where the characteristics the Cavalier settlers brought with them are not extinct, than he did upon the Canadian prairie.

His voice had even in his merriment a little imperious ring, his face was refined as well as sensual, and there was a languid gracefulness in his movements and a hint of pride in his eyes.

They, however, lacked the steadiness of Winston's, and there were men who had seen the wild devil that was born in Courthorne look out of them.

Winston knew him as a pleasant companion, but surmised from stories he had heard that there were men, and more women, who bitterly rued the trust they had placed in him.
"No," he said dryly.

"I scarcely think I am like you, although only last night Nettie at the settlement took me for you.