The objections were all cant, and cant of the worst kind.

She would not be a slave of such ignoble prejudices.
'You haven't made Mr.Barfoot's acquaintance yet ?' she asked.
'No, I haven't.

There seems to have been no opportunity.

Did you seriously wish me to know him ?' 'Oh, I had no wish in the matter at all.' 'You like Mr.Barfoot ?' 'I think him very pleasant.' 'How delightful to be praised by you, Mrs.Widdowson! Now if any one speaks to you about _me_, when I have left England, will you find some nice word?
Don't think me foolish.

I do so desire the good opinion of my friends.