To this little circle, I, my Wife, and my two daughters made, I venture to think, a not un welcome addition. But though I liked most of the company well enough, there were two of them to whom I did not take at all. They were the artist, Leyland, and the Miss Robin sons' nephew, Eustace. Leyland was simply conceited and odious, and, as those qualities will be amply illustrated in my narrative, I need not enlarge upon them here. But Eustace was something besides: he was indescribably repellent. I am fond of boys as a rule, and was quite disposed to be friendly. I and my daughters offered to take him out — 'no, walking was such a fag.' Then I asked him to come and bathe No, he could not swim.' Every English boy should be able to swim, I said, I will teach you myself.
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