He's kind, wonderfully kind, but he has no little pleasantnesses.

He says things in a very quiet way that make you feel he's laughing at you, though he never does laugh.

He said to me this morning at breakfast, 'Well, Mathilde, was it a marvelous party ?' That made me feel as if I used the word 'marvelous' all the time, not a bit as if he really wanted to know whether I had enjoyed myself last night." "And did you ?" She gave him a rapid smile and went on: "Now, my grandfather, my mother's father--his name is Lanley--( Mr.Lanley evidently was not in active business, for it was plain that Wayne, searching his memory, found nothing)--my grandfather often scolds me terribly for my English,--says I talk like a barmaid, although I tell him he ought not to know how barmaids talk,--but he never makes me feel small.

Sometimes Mr.Farron repeats, weeks afterward, something I've said, word for word, the way I said it.

It makes it sound so foolish.