Bertie was a barrister and a man of letters, a Scotchman of the
intellectual type, quick, ironical, sentimental, and on his knees before
the woman he adored but did not want to marry. Maurice Pervin was
different. He came of a good old country family—the Grange was not a
very great distance from Oxford. He was passionate, sensitive, perhaps
over-sensitive, wincing—a big fellow with heavy limbs and a forehead
that flushed painfully. For his mind was slow, as if drugged by the
strong provincial blood that beat in his veins. He was very sensitive to
his own mental slowness, his feelings being quick and acute. So that he
was just the opposite to Bertie, whose mind was much quicker than his
emotions, which were not so very fine.
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