"I couldn't help noticing your tone." "Do you mean its being so low ?" He had smiled at first but looked grave now.

"Do you really want to know ?" "Just how you were affected?
I assure you there's at this moment nothing I desire nearly so much." "I'm no judge then," Mr.Longdon began; "I'm no critic; I'm no talker myself.

I'm old-fashioned and narrow and ignorant.

I've lived for years in a hole.

I'm not a man of the world." Vanderbank considered him with a benevolence, a geniality of approval, that he literally had to hold in check for fear of seeming to patronise.
"There's not one of us who can touch you.