"Well now, there＇s a specimen," he said to her as they walked up from the riverside and he recognised Lord Warburton.
"A specimen of what?" asked the girl.
"A specimen of an English gentleman."
"Do you mean they＇re all like him?"
"Oh no; they＇re not all like him."
"He＇s a favourable specimen then," said Isabel; "because I＇m sure he＇s nice."
"Yes, he＇s very nice. And he＇s very fortunate."
The fortunate Lord Warburton exchanged a handshake with our heroine and hoped she was very well. "But I needn＇t ask that," he said, "since you＇ve been handling the oars."