His manner of bearing his poverty, too, exactly corresponded to his manner of bearing that defeat.

It seemed to me that he took all blows and buffets now with just the same air as he had taken mine then.

It was evident that he had nothing around him but the simplest necessaries, for everything that I remarked upon turned out to have been sent in on my account from the coffee-house or somewhere else.
Yet, having already made his fortune in his own mind, he was so unassuming with it that I felt quite grateful to him for not being puffed up.

It was a pleasant addition to his naturally pleasant ways, and we got on famously.

In the evening we went out for a walk in the streets, and went half-price to the Theatre; and next day we went to church at Westminster Abbey, and in the afternoon we walked in the Parks; and I wondered who shod all the horses there, and wished Joe did.
On a moderate computation, it was many months, that Sunday, since I had left Joe and Biddy.