"Nature forgot to shade him off, I think," observed Mr. Skimpole to Ada and me. "A little too boisterous--like the sea. A little too vehement--like a bull who has made up his mind to consider every colour scarlet. But I grant a sledge-hammering sort of merit in him!"

"Nature forgot to shade Boythorn, I think," observed Mr. Skimpole to Ada and me. "A little too boisterous - like the sea. But I grant a sledge-hammering sort of merit in him!"
