My great-uncle'-- he drew himself together suddenly.

'But I don't know why I should imagine that these things interest other people,' he said, with a little quick, almost comical, accent of self-rebuke.
'Please go on,' cried Catherine hastily.

The voice and manner were singularly pleasant to her; she wished he would not interrupt himself for nothing.
'Really?
Well then, my great-uncle, old Sir William, wished me to have it when I grew up.

I was against it for a long time; took Orders; but I wanted something more stirring than a country parish.

One has dreams of many things.