He will be grateful, doubtless.

Your condescension is overwhelming, Mr.Paine." "Miss Colton, everything I say seems to be wrong this afternoon.

I don't know what I have done.

Twice you have spoken of my condescension." Her foot was beginning to pat the grass.

I recognized the battle signal, but I kept on.
"I don't understand what you mean by condescension," I said.
"Don't you, indeed?
You are very dense all at once, Mr.Paine." "Possibly.