He seemed to be about four or five and twenty, was rather tall, had a pleasing countenance, a very intelligent and lively eye, and, if not quite handsome, was very near it. His address was good, and Catherine felt herself in high luck.
Matthew MacFadyen? He’s the one waving the flag for the manly man among the younger guys. He’s the business, he really is. I mean, you can’t take your eyes off him”. Knightley declared, with a mock swoon.