"That boy on the wall there would have made a much better thing of it.

There's some go in him, especially the copy that Rosalind--" Here he pulled up.

In addition to his other misfortunes, it occurred to him now definitely for the first time that he was in love.
"She doesn't care two straws about me," said he ungratefully; "that is, except in a sisterly way.

Why should she?
I know nothing about art, which she loves.

I'm saddled with pots of money, which she hates.