He takes every one in." "Every one but you ?" "Oh I like him." "My poor child, you're of a profundity!" Mr.Longdon murmured.
He spoke almost uneasily, but she was not too much alarmed to continue lucid.

"And he likes me, and I know just how much--and just how little.
He's the most generous man in the world.

It pleases him to feel that he's indifferent and splendid--there are so many things it makes up to him for." The old man listened with attention, and his young friend conscious of it, proceeded as on ground of which she knew every inch.
"He's the son, as you know, of a great bootmaker--'to all the Courts of Europe'-- who left him a large fortune, which had been made, I believe, in the most extraordinary way, by building-speculations as well." "Oh yes, I know.

It's astonishing!" her companion sighed.
"That he should be of such extraction ?" "Well, everything.

That you should be talking as you are--that you should have 'watched life,' as you say, to such purpose.