She is just like you, Uncle." "What?
Oh, thank you, I'm extremely flattered, I assure you." "Uncle, you know what I mean! Useful and good.

Here you are in this lovely home--how lovely it is on a warm, shiny day like this!--safe from cares and worries, where people can't get at you, and making--" "Ah, I don't know about that," replied her uncle, shaking his head with a frown.

"Some people have neither sense nor manners.

Only yesterday I was pestered by a fellow who annoyed me, seriously annoyed me, interfering in affairs which he knew nothing of,--actually the affairs of the Bank!--prating about his family name, and all the rest of it.
Family name!" Here, it must be confessed, Sir Archibald distinctly snorted, quite in a manner calculated to excite the envy of any of his Wiltshires.
"I know, Uncle.

He is a fool, a conceited fool, and a selfish fool." "You know him ?" inquired her uncle in a tone of surprise.
"No, I have no personal acquaintance with him, I'm glad to say, but I know about him, and I know that he came with Mr.Rae, the Writer." "Ah, yes! Thoroughly respectable man, Mr.Rae." "Yes, Mr.Rae is all right; but Captain Cameron--oh, I can't bear him! He came to talk to you about his son, and I venture to say he took most of the time in talking about himself." "Exactly so! But how-- ?" "And, Uncle, I want to talk to you about that matter, about young Cameron." For just a moment Miss Brodie's courage faltered as she observed her uncle's figure stiffen.