It is the worst manners possible.
"I agree with you, Woodleigh," says Gower, who is case-hardened and doesn't care about his manners, and who rather dislikes Mrs.
Bethune.

"She's got lovely little ways.

Have _you_ noticed them ?" He looks direct at Marian.
"No," says she, shaking her head, but very sweetly.

"But, then, I'm so dull." "Well, she has," says Gower, in quite a universally conversational tone, looking round him.

He turns himself on his rug, pulls a cushion towards him, and lies down again.