I defy you to prove it.

When have you known me forget that I am a gentleman ?" "Humph!" growled my father, mollified but sarcastic; "a pretty gentleman--a gentleman of sixteen!" "It is true,"' I continued, without heeding the interruption, "that I lingered for a moment to read a placard by the way; but if you will take the trouble, sir, to inquire at the Rectory, you will find that I waited a quarter of an hour before I could send up your letter." My father grinned and rubbed his hands.

If there was one thing in the world that aggravated him more than another, it was to find his fire opposed to ice.

Let him, however, succeed in igniting his adversary, and he was in a good humor directly.
"Come, come, Basil," said he, taking off his spectacles, "I never said you were not a good lad.

Go to your books, boy--go to your books; and this evening I will examine you in vegetable physiology." Silently, but not sullenly, I drew a chair to the table, and resumed my work.