Mr.Grewgious stretched his near sight to be sure that this was her view of the case.
'Ah!' he said, as comment, with a furtive glance towards Miss Twinkleton, and lining out pounds, shillings, and pence: 'I spoke of having got among the angels! So I did!' Rosa felt what his next memorandum would prove to be, and was blushing and folding a crease in her dress with one embarrassed hand, long before he found it.
'"Marriage." Hem!' Mr.Grewgious carried his smoothing hand down over his eyes and nose, and even chin, before drawing his chair a little nearer, and speaking a little more confidentially: 'I now touch, my dear, upon the point that is the direct cause of my troubling you with the present visit.

Othenwise, being a particularly Angular man, I should not have intruded here.

I am the last man to intrude into a sphere for which I am so entirely unfitted.

I feel, on these premises, as if I was a bear--with the cramp--in a youthful Cotillon.' His ungainliness gave him enough of the air of his simile to set Rosa off laughing heartily.
'It strikes you in the same light,' said Mr.Grewgious, with perfect calmness.

'Just so.