So mean is extremity, that I sometimes sent him to Hyde Park corner to see what o'clock it was.
Dinner done and we sitting with our feet upon the fender, I said to Herbert, "My dear Herbert, I have something very particular to tell you." "My dear Handel," he returned, "I shall esteem and respect your confidence." "It concerns myself, Herbert," said I, "and one other person." Herbert crossed his feet, looked at the fire with his head on one side, and having looked at it in vain for some time, looked at me because I didn't go on.
"Herbert," said I, laying my hand upon his knee, "I love--I adore--Estella." Instead of being transfixed, Herbert replied in an easy matter-of-course way, "Exactly.

Well ?" "Well, Herbert?
Is that all you say?
Well ?" "What next, I mean ?" said Herbert.

"Of course I know that." "How do you know it ?" said I.
"How do I know it, Handel?
Why, from you." "I never told you." "Told me! You have never told me when you have got your hair cut, but I have had senses to perceive it.

You have always adored her, ever since I have known you.

You brought your adoration and your portmanteau here together.