This coarse-mannered hog of a man, brother to the sweet-voiced, tender-hearted gentlewoman whose gracious wraith was left undimmed in the girl's memory by the lapse of years--it would be unbelievable if it were not true! He was so gross, so tubby, so manifestly over-fed, whereas her mother had ever been elegant and _bien soignee_.

But he had shown kindness to her in his domineering way.

He was not quite so illiterate as his accent and his general air of uncouthness seemed to imply.

In his speech, the broad vowels of the Lancashire dialect were grafted on to the clipped staccato of a Cockney.

He would scoff at anyone who told him that knives and forks had precise uses, or that table-napkins were not meant to be tucked under the chin.