I see nothing to succeed us but a race of weavers." "One might hope that the race of gentlemen would be perpetuated here," said I.
"You are very good." He smiled with a high-shouldered bow again.

"You flatter me.

But, no--no! I have never been able to imbue my poor boy with that part of his art.

Heaven forbid that I should disparage my dear child, but he has--no deportment." "He appears to be an excellent master," I observed.
"Understand me, my dear madam, he IS an excellent master.

All that can be acquired, he has acquired.