And he is honorable and a gentleman--a _real_ gentleman, not a pretender.

You aren't big enough to understand him; but, at least, you know that if it weren't for your prospects from father, you wouldn't be in the same class with him.
_He_ is somebody in himself.

But you--and--and your kind--what do _you_ amount to, in yourselves ?" Arthur lowered at her.

"So this is what you've been leading up to, with all the queer talk you've been giving me on and off, ever since we came home." That remark seemed to Adelaide for an instant to throw a flood of light in amazing revelation upon her own innermost self.

"I believe it is!" she exclaimed, as if dazed.