He rode straight, he shot well.

He could endure bodily strain with indifference, though he was not robustly built.

He was sane, even-tempered, liable to petty resentments, mildly and resolutely selfish, except where Michael was concerned, a conscientious and just master--at least, just in intention--a patient and respectful son where patience and respect had not been easy.
The strain of scholar and student in him was about evenly mixed with that of the country gentleman.

The result was a certain innate sense of superiority which he was not in the least aware that he showed.

He had no idea that he was considered "fine," and "thinking a good deal of himself," by the more bucolic of his country neighbours.