"Don't you see anything in people but their bones?" Mrs. Almond rejoined. "What do you think of him as a father?"
"As a father? Thank Heaven I am not his father!"
"No; but you are Catherine's. Lavinia tells me she is in love."
"She must get over it. He is not a gentleman."
"Ah, take care! Remember that he is a branch of the Townsends."
"He is not what I call a gentleman. He has not the soul of one. He is extremely insinuating; but it's a vulgar nature. I saw through it in a minute. He is altogether too familiar—I hate familiarity. He is a plausible coxcomb."
"Ah, well," said Mrs. Almond; "if you make up your mind so easily, it's a great advantage."
"I don't make up my mind easily. What I tell you is the result of thirty years of observation; and in order to be able to form that judgment in a single evening,I have had to spend a lifetime in study."
"Very possibly you are right. But the thing is for Catherine to see it."
"I will present her with a pair of spectacles!" said the Doctor.
