"It makes no pretensions, but it is a comfortable little place, I hope, and will be more so with such bright young looks in it.

You have barely half an hour before dinner.
There's no one here but the finest creature upon earth--a child." "More children, Esther!" said Ada.
"I don't mean literally a child," pursued Mr.Jarndyce; "not a child in years.

He is grown up--he is at least as old as I am--but in simplicity, and freshness, and enthusiasm, and a fine guileless inaptitude for all worldly affairs, he is a perfect child." We felt that he must be very interesting.
"He knows Mrs.Jellyby," said Mr.Jarndyce.

"He is a musical man, an amateur, but might have been a professional.

He is an artist too, an amateur, but might have been a professional.