"That's the class to which YOU belong." "It's the best one," she returned, "and I'm careful to remain in it.

You try to get us, by bribery, into the inferior place, because, proud as you are, it bores you a little that you like us so much.

But we won't go--at least I won't.

You may make Van," she wonderfully continued.
"There's nothing you wouldn't do for him or give him." Mitchy admired her from his position, slowly shaking his head with it.

"He's the man--with no fortune and just as he is, to the smallest particular--whom you would have liked to be, whom you intensely envy, and yet to whom you're magnanimous enough for almost any sacrifice." Mitchy's appreciation had fairly deepened to a flush.