"Mitchy CAN be refined when he tries." "Oh dear--when Mitchy 'tries'!" Vanderbank laughed.

"I think I should rather, for the job, offer him to Mr.Longdon abandoned to his native wild impulse." "I LIKE Mr.Mitchett," the old man said, endeavouring to look his hostess straight in the eye and speaking as if somewhat to defy her to convict him, even from the point of view of Beccles, of a mistake.
Mrs.Brookenham took it with a wonderful bright emotion.

"My dear friend, vous me rendez la vie! If you can stand Mitchy you can stand any of us!" "Upon my honour I should think so!" Mr.Cashmore was eager to remark.
"What on earth do you mean," he demanded of Mrs.Brook, "by saying that I'm more 'minute' than he ?" She turned her beauty an instant on this critic.

"I don't say you're more minute--I say he's more brilliant.

Besides, as I've told you before, you're not one of us." With which, as a check to further discussion, she went straight on to Mr.Longdon: "The point about Aggie's conservative education is the wonderful sincerity with which the Duchess feels that one's girl may so perfectly and consistently be hedged in without one's really ever (for it comes to that) depriving one's own self--" "Well, of what ?" Mr.Longdon boldly demanded while his hostess appeared thoughtfully to falter.
She addressed herself mutely to Vanderbank, in whom the movement produced a laugh.