She had at first been startled by the likeness between him and the man she had met in Canada, but she was now conscious of an increasing dissimilarity.
There was a suggestion of grossness in the face of Major Kinnaird's guest, which had certainly not been a characteristic of Weston the packer.

The older man's expression was petulant and arrogant; that of the one who had served her as camp attendant had been, as a rule, good-humoredly whimsical.

Nor did she like the half-contemptuous inattention that Weston displayed when one or two of the others addressed him.

In several cases he merely looked up and went on with his dinner as though it were too much trouble to answer.

Ida felt reasonably sure that his manners would not have been tolerated in most of the primitive logging camps of western Canada.