"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."