They had ridden together in the holidays, shot, dawdled, bathed, skated, and all the rest.

They were considerably more brothers to one another than were Frank and Archie, his actual elder brother, known to the world as Viscount Merefield.

Jack did not particularly approve of Archie; he thought him a pompous ass, and occasionally said so.
For Frank he had quite an extraordinary affection, though he would not have expressed it so, to himself, for all the world, and a very real admiration of a quite indefinable kind.

It was impossible to say why he admired him.

Frank did nothing very well, but everything rather well; he played Rugby football just not well enough to represent his college; he had been in the Lower Boats at Eton, and the Lent Boat of his first year at Cambridge; then he had given up rowing and played lawn-tennis in the summer and fives in the Lent Term just well enough to make a brisk and interesting game.