Except for the singular magnetism of the merchant's presence, which dissipated such a suggestion as rapidly as it rose, the youth would have said aloud what was in his heart.
"How easy 'tis for a rich man to smile at poverty!" The man watched the boy, and knew exactly what he was thinking.

As the eyes of the younger involuntarily glanced about the office and presently returned to the merchant, they found the merchant's gazing so keenly that they seemed to be mere windows through which his soul was looking.

But the keen earnestness melted imperceptibly into the usual sweetness as Lawrence Newt said, "You think I can talk prettily about misfortune because I know nothing about it.

You make a great mistake.

No man, even in jest, can talk well of what he doesn't understand.