I invite your confidence.' 'You have invited it, sir, without knowing it, ever since I came here.

I say "ever since," as if I had been here a week.

The truth is, we came here (my sister and I) to quarrel with you, and affront you, and break away again.' 'Really ?' said Mr.Crisparkle, at a dead loss for anything else to say.
'You see, we could not know what you were beforehand, sir; could we ?' 'Clearly not,' said Mr.Crisparkle.
'And having liked no one else with whom we have ever been brought into contact, we had made up our minds not to like you.' 'Really ?' said Mr.Crisparkle again.
'But we do like you, sir, and we see an unmistakable difference between your house and your reception of us, and anything else we have ever known.

This--and my happening to be alone with you--and everything around us seeming so quiet and peaceful after Mr.Honeythunder's departure--and Cloisterham being so old and grave and beautiful, with the moon shining on it--these things inclined me to open my heart.' 'I quite understand, Mr.Neville.

And it is salutary to listen to such influences.' 'In describing my own imperfections, sir, I must ask you not to suppose that I am describing my sister's.