'Well, I think I should.

I must see what can be done.

It would be worth a journey (not to mention the pleasure of a journey with you, Daisy), to see that sort of people together, and to make one of 'em.' My heart leaped with a new hope of pleasure.

But it was in reference to the tone in which he had spoken of 'that sort of people', that Miss Dartle, whose sparkling eyes had been watchful of us, now broke in again.
'Oh, but, really?
Do tell me.

Are they, though ?' she said.
'Are they what?
And are who what ?' said Steerforth.
'That sort of people .-- -Are they really animals and clods, and beings of another order?
I want to know SO much.' 'Why, there's a pretty wide separation between them and us,' said Steerforth, with indifference.