I am slow to call any person my friend." Mr.Dyceworthy's small pursy mouth drew itself into a tight thin line.
"Except," he said, with a suave sneer, "except when 'any person' happens to be a rich Englishman with a handsome face and easy manners!.

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then you are not slow to make friends, Froeken,--on the contrary, you are remarkably quick!" The cold haughty stare with which the girl favored him might have frozen a less conceited man to a pillar of ice.
"What do you mean ?" she asks abruptly, and with an air of surprise.
The minister's little ferret-like eyes, drooped under their puny lids, and he fidgeted on the seat with uncomfortable embarrassment.

He answered her in the mildest of mild voices.
"You are unlike yourself, my dear Froeken!" he said, with a soothing gesture of one of his well-trimmed white hands.