His approval of my Latin exercise was verbal, and weak praise in comparison; besides I cared nothing for praises not referring to my grand natural accomplishment.

'And my father now is thinking of me!' That was easy to imagine, but the certainty of it confirmed me in my conceit.
'How can you tell ?--how is it possible for you to know people's thoughts ?' said Janet Ilchester, whose head was as open to me as a hat.
She pretended to be rather more frightened of me than she was.
'And now you think you are flattering me!' I said.
She looked nervous.
'And now you're asking yourself what you can do better than I can!' She said, 'Go on.' I stopped.
She charged me with being pulled up short.
I denied it.
'Guess, guess!' said she.

'You can't.' My reply petrified her.

'You were thinking that you are a lady by birth on both sides.' At first she refused to admit it.

'No, it wasn't that, Harry, it wasn't really.