The only way I can interest her is by being ill.

I'm not even scape-grace enough to make it worth her while to take me in hand to reform me.
Heigho! It's a pity that brother of mine had not lived.

Yes, you," he added, shaking his head at the portrait, "with your wild harum-scarum face and mocking laugh.

You'd have suited her, and been able to make her like you--I can't.

I believe she thinks more of Armstrong than me.
Not much wonder either.