You don't like the people ?" "I didn't like any of them to-day." "Why do you go there?
You don't like Aunt Harriet herself.

You don't like Uncle Dick.

You don't like Mr.Lopez." "Certainly I do not." "I don't know who it is you do like." "I like Mr.Fletcher." "It's no use saying that to me, papa." "You ask me a question, and I choose to answer it.

I like Arthur Fletcher, because he is a gentleman,--because he is a gentleman of the class to which I belong myself; because he works; because I know all about him, so that I can be sure of him; because he had a decent father and mother; because I am safe with him, being quite sure that he will say to me neither awkward things nor impertinent things.

He will not talk to me about driving a mail coach like that foolish baronet, nor tell me the price of all his wines like your uncle." Nor would Ferdinand Lopez do so, thought Emily to herself.