"I could not sit still.

I could scarcely breathe.

Tell me what he is like, Julia?
Tell me what he looks like?
Is he strong?
Does he look strong enough for the work ?" She smiled at him reassuringly.
"Yes, he looks strong and he looks kind.

For the rest--" "There is something! Tell me what it is--at once ?" "Foolish! Well, he is unlike Richard Graveling and the others, unlike us.

Why not?
He is cultivated, educated, well-dressed." The youth, for a moment, was aghast.
"You don't mean--that he is a gentleman ?" "Not in the sense you fear," she assured him.