It's a plant that takes time and space and air; and London society is a huge 'squash,' as we elegantly call it--an elbowing pushing perspiring chattering mob." "Ah I don't say THAT of you!" the visitor murmured with a withdrawal of his hand and a visible scruple for the sweeping concession he had evoked.
"Do say it then--for God's sake; let some one say it, so that something or other, whatever it may be, may come of it! It's impossible to say too much--it's impossible to say enough.

There isn't anything any one can say that I won't agree to." "That shows you really don't care," the old man returned with acuteness.
"Oh we're past saving, if that's what you mean!" Vanderbank laughed.
"You don't care, you don't care!" his guest repeated, "and--if I may be frank with you--I shouldn't wonder if it were rather a pity." "A pity I don't care ?" "You ought to, you ought to." And Mr.Longdon paused.

"May I say all I think ?" "I assure you _I_ shall! You're awfully interesting." "So are you, if you come to that.

It's just what I've had in my head.
There's something I seem to make out in you--!" He abruptly dropped this, however, going on in another way.

"I remember the rest of you, but why did I never see YOU ?" "I must have been at school--at college.