I've taught him to scorn everything extra-animal as silly and weak.

Don't you think Hindley would be proud of his son, if he could see him?
almost as proud as I am of mine.

But there's this difference; one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.

_Mine_ has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go.

_His_ had first-rate qualities, and they are lost: rendered worse than unavailing.
I have nothing to regret; he would have more than any but I are aware of.