I don't live the sort of life you'd choose a man to live.

I'm not really the sort of man you take me for in the least.

At dinner, this evening, you called me a gentleman.

I'm not even the sort of gentleman as you understand him; though I've been trying to live up to my idea of the genus, ever since you said it.

My dear Sally"-- he took her hand--she let him hold it--"you don't know anything about the world, and I don't want to teach you the lesson that I suppose some man or circumstances will bring you to learn one day.