He was one of the youngest members of Parliament, and was gifted with a dazzling and impertinent wit.

Sir Robin had occasionally smarted under Ilbert's sallies.

He was a target for them, with his serious and simple views, his lean air of Don Quixote.
Mary looked at him reproachfully, as though the speech grieved her.
"He is very generous," she repeated.

"He has come to see me.

I found him most sympathetic.