"I like a man who is a man--the hard, outdoor, wholesome kind--who isn't afraid of taking a little trouble--who knows what he wants and how to get it.

I shouldn't quarrel with him on the score of muddy boots.

I should be only glad that he had enough of the real thing in him to go out in all weathers and not to care." "All of which is aimed at me," said Hugh to the trees above him.

"I'm afraid I'm boring you more than usual this afternoon." "You can't help it," said Doris.
Hugh Chesyl's good-looking face crumpled a little, then smoothed itself again to its usual placid expression.

"Ah, well!" he said equably, "we won't quarrel about it.