"The Badger will see to your punt.
I am glad you're not late." She held out her hand to the new-comer with a pretty lack of ceremony.

He looked more than ever like a backwoodsman, but it was quite evident that he was pleased with his surroundings.

He shook hands with her almost reverently, and smiled in a quiet, well-satisfied way.

But, having nothing to say, he did not vex himself to put it into words--a trait which strongly appealed to Hilary.
"His name," said Dick Culver, laughing at his cousin over the big man's shoulder, "is Jacques.

He has another, but, as nobody ever uses it, it isn't to the point, and I never was good at pronunciation.