He was a handsome, well-built man." "Well, then, what are you thinking of ?" "I was thinking that Lord Thirsk is, by the majority of women, considered handsome." "What kind of women have that idea ?" "Why, mother, I don't exactly know.

If I go into my tailor's, I am told about his elegant figure, if into my shoemaker's, I hear of his small feet, if to Baylor's glove counter, some girl fitting my number seven will smilingly inform me that Lord Thirsk wears number four.

And if you see him walking or driving, he always has some pretty woman at his side." "What by all that?
His feet are fit for nothing but dancing.

He could not take thy long swinging steps for a twenty-mile walk; he couldn't take them for a dozen yards.

His hands may be small enough, and white enough, and ringed enough for a lady, but he can't make a penny's worth with them.