He's a great beast like a brown bear.

He wouldn't be my taste, but that's a detail." "I hate fashionable men!" declared Hilary, with scarlet face.

"I'd rather marry a red Indian than one of these inane men about town." "Ho! ho!" laughed Bertie.

"Then Dick's wild man will be quite to your taste.

As soon as he leaves off worrying mutton-bones with his fingers and teeth, we'll ask Dick to bring him to dine." "You're perfectly disgusting!" said Hilary, digging her punt-pole into the bed of the river with a vicious plunge.