But, pshaw! what is there to be told?
'Nothing.'" "Anything that concerns you can never be to me quite 'nothing.'" "I know that," he said, affectionately, and went out of the room.
When he came in he looked much more cheerful--stood switching his riding-whip after the old habit, and called upon me to admire his favourite brown mare.
"I do; and her master likewise.

John, when you're on horseback you look like a young knight of the Middle Ages.

Maybe, some of the old Norman blood was in 'Guy Halifax, gentleman.'" It was a dangerous allusion.

He changed colour so rapidly and violently that I thought I had angered him.
"No--that would not matter--cannot--cannot--never shall.

I am what God made me, and what, with His blessing, I will make myself." He said no more, and very soon afterwards he rode away.