"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.

"Pooh!" she said impatiently. "What in the world has happened to you?
He's just a stuffed blue-and-gold Apollo."