extraordinary places--were where men chose to put their money!
Mysterious men! And Harold could find these banks and find this money
though he never took a trowel or a spade and was always shiningly
clean with a very high collar and very long cuffs. Wonderful,
wonderful Harold!

Robert was due to be pushed off half an hour before Harold was
due to be pushed off, but he never was; the two splendid creatures
always clashed and there was always between them, because they
clashed, a violent scene which Rosalie would not have missed for
worlds. A meeting of two males, so utterly unlike a meeting of two
females, was invariably of the most entrancingly noisy or violent
description. When ladies came to the rectory to see her mother they
sat in the drawing-room and sipped tea and spoke in thin voices;
but when men came to see her father and went into the study, there
was very loud talking and often a row. Yes, and once in the village
street, Rosalie had seen two men stand up and thump one another
with their fists and fall down and get up and thump again. When
two women, her sisters or others, quarrelled, they only shrilled,
and went on and on shrilling. It was impossible to imagine the
collision of two women producing anything so exciting and splendid
as invariably was produced by the collision of two males.

As now----

In comes Harold in great heat and hurry (as men always were) with
his splendid button boots in one hand and an immense pair of shining
cuffs in the other hand.

"Haven't you gone yet, you lazy young brute?"