He isn't a great favourite of yours, is he ?" "No, not a great favourite." Ivy seemed always to weigh her words.

"I don't know him very well.

He has always lived in London, and I've never seen him more than once a year.

I'm afraid he doesn't care much about the things that I prize most, but he is kind and very clever, I believe.

Father always says he might have been a great artist if he had chosen." "Then why didn't he choose ?" "I can't say.