But they belong to the same species.

What numbers of such young men I have met!" "What are the characteristics of the species, aunt ?" Cecily inquired, with a pleasant laugh.
"I dare say you know them almost as well as I do.

You might write an essay on 'The Young Man of Promise' of our day.

I should be rather too severe; you would treat them with a lighter hand, and therefore more effectually." In speaking, she kept her eyes on the girl, who appeared to muse the subject with sportful malice.
"I am not sure," said Cecily, "that Mr.Elgar would come into the essay." "You mean that his promise is too obviously delusive ?" "Not exactly that.

I rather think he should have an essay to himself." "Of what tendency ?" asked Mrs.Lessingham, still closely observant.
"Oh, it would need much meditation; but I think I could make it interesting." With another laugh, she dismissed the subject; nor did her aunt endeavour to revive it.
The morrow was Sunday.