"Do you dislike anyone, Toby?" asked Lily, with a touch of wistfulness, for Toby's habit of universal friendliness always seemed to her extremely enviable.
Toby considered a moment.
"Yes," he said.
"Who is that?"
"Ted Comber," said Toby.
Lily drew her brows together. Toby's promptness in singling out this one person seemed hard to reconcile with his wide forbearance.
"Now why?" she asked. "Tell me exactly why."
"He ain't a man," said Toby gruffly. "Surely, Lily, we can talk about something pleasanter."
"Yes, I'm sure we can," she replied fervently. "I quite share your view. Oh, Toby, promise me something!"