No wonder the girls ran after him.

And he was a man-subduer as well as a woman-subduer.

Men liked him.

Bert Wanhope seemed actually to love him.

She remembered the Butchertown tough in the dining-room at Weasel Park who had come over to the table to apologize, and the Irishman at the tug-of-war who had abandoned all thought of fighting with him the moment he learned his identity.
A very much spoiled young man was a thought that flitted frequently through Saxon's mind; and each time she condemned it as ungenerous.