Hal shrugged her shoulders.
“I suppose he doesn’t interest me except in that way.”
“But it is a mere side issue. If he weren’t a cricketer he would be just as remarkable.”
“But he isn’t remarkable. He’s only exceptionally big.”
“He’s one of the most remarkable men I’ve ever seen, anyway.”
“Oh, nonsense, Lorraine. Besides, he is hardly a man yet. He’s only twenty-four.”
“I can’t help that,” with a little laugh. “I’ve seen a great many men in my life, but I’ve never seen any one before like Alymer Hermon.”
“Why in the world not? What do you mean?”
“Well, to begin with, he’s the most perfect specimen of manhood I’ve ever beheld. He’s abnormally big without the slightest suggestion of being either too big or awkward. He’s simply magnificent. Most men of that size are just leggy and gawky: he is neither. Again, other men built as he, are usually rather brainless and weak, or probably made so much of by women that they become wrapped up in themselves, and are always expecting admiration. Alymer Hermon has the freshness of a delightful boy, with the fine face and courtly manners of a charming man. If you can’t see this, it’s because you don’t know men as well as I do.”
Hal stepped over the window sill into the room.