I have no doubt the family is really a very good one.

Indeed, I am all but sure that I remember the name in Hampshire; there was a Sir something Mutimer--I'm convinced of it.
No one really belonging to the working class ever bore himself as Mr.
Mutimer does.

Haven't you noticed the shape of his hands, my dear ?' 'I've only noticed that they are very large, and just what you would expect in a man who had done much rough work.' Mrs.Waltham laughed noisily.
'My dear child, how _can_ you be so perverse?
The shape of the fingers is perfect.

Do pray notice them next time.' 'I really cannot promise, mother, to give special attention to Mr.
Mutimer's hands.' Mrs.Waltham glanced at the girl, who had laid down a book she was trying to read, and, with lowered eyes, seemed to be collecting herself for further utterance.
'Why are you so prejudiced, Adela ?' 'I am not prejudiced at all.

I have no interest of any kind in Mr.
Mutimer.' The words were spoken hurriedly and with a ring almost of hostility.