"I have seen him before--seen him several times.

I thought he was just--a labourer--till to-day." "Oh, no," said Hugh.

"He's just your hard, outdoor, wholesome farmer.
Fine animal, isn't he?
Always reminds me of a prize bull." "How frightful!" said Doris with a gasp.

"It's the worst _faux pas_ I have ever made." "Cheer up!" said Hugh consolingly.

"No doubt he was flattered by the little attention.