If he was anything he was manly.

It was because he was in some respects very womanly too, that he puzzled my father's purely masculine brain.

The mixture, and the vehemence of the mixture, were not in his line.

He would have turned "Crayshaw's" matters over in his own mind as often as hay in a wet season before grappling with the whole bad business as the Colonel had done.

And on the other hand, it made him feel uncomfortable and almost ashamed to see tears standing in the old soldier's eyes as he passionately blamed himself for what had been suffered by "my sister's son." The servants one and all adored Colonel Jervois.