His position was a false one: to be begging with awkward show of thankfulness for a benefaction which in his heart he detested.

He knew himself for an undesigning hypocrite, and felt that he might as well have been a rascal complete.

Gratitude! No man capable of it in fuller measure than he; but not to such persons as Lady Whitelaw.

Before old Sir Job he could more easily have bowed himself.
But this woman represented the superiority of mere brute wealth, against which his soul rebelled.
There was another disagreeable silence, during which Lady Whitelaw commented on her protege very much as Mrs.Warricombe had done.
'Will you allow me to ask,' she said at length, with cold politeness, 'whether you have acquaintances in London ?' 'Yes.

I know some one who studied at the School of Mines.' 'Well, Mr.Peak, I see that your mind is made up.