If a woman was not flat-chested and forlorn, he was prone to regard her as the devil masquerading for the downfall of man--and no doubt with some justice, too.

Night and morning he presided at family prayers, the purpose of which was to impress upon his family and servants that to have a good time was wicked, and that to be gay in this life meant hell-fire and damnation in the next.
Upon this pious person his cousin of Annapolis looked with something not unlike contempt; for the latter, though he too was a scholar, possessed the sort of scholarliness which takes into account beauty and the lore of cosmopolitanism.

He may have been religious or he may not have been, but if religious he demanded something handsome, something stylish, in his religion, as he did also in his residence, in his wife, his sons, his daughters, his horses, coaches, dinners, wines, and slaves.

He did things with a flourish, and was not beset by a perpetual consciousness and fear of hell.

He approved of pretty women; he made love to them; he married them; he was the father of them.