He began to shake out the ashes from his pipe, with a vague intention of relighting it.
'You really imagine,' said his father, 'that I should give you money to enable you to marry that idiot ?' Evidently he put a severe restraint upon himself.

The veins of his temples were congested; his nostrils grew wide; and he spoke rather hoarsely.

Horace straightened his back, and, though in great fear, strung himself for conflict.
'I don't see--what right--to insult the young lady.' His father took him up sternly.
'Young lady?
What do you mean by "young lady"?
After all your education, haven't you learnt to distinguish a lady from a dressed-up kitchen wench?
_I_ had none of your advantages.

There was--there would have been some excuse for _me_, if I had made such a fool of myself.

What were you doing all those years at school, if it wasn't learning the difference between real and sham, getting to understand things better than poor folks' children?
You disappointed me, and a good deal more than I ever told you.