His face was more the face of a scholar than of one interested in or anxious to shine in the social side of life.

His manners and his speech were alike reserved, his air of breeding was apparent, but he had not the natural ease or charm which was making Granet, even in those few minutes, persona grata with Geraldine's mother and a little circle of newly-arrived guests.
"At least I appreciate your point of view," Major Thomson admitted, with a faint sigh.
"Don't be such a dear old stick," Geraldine laughed.

"I want you to like him because I find him so interesting.

You see, as he gets to know one a little better he doesn't seem to mind talking about the war.

You others will scarcely say a word of what you have seen or of what is being done out there.