All that can be imparted, he can impart.

But there ARE things--" He took another pinch of snuff and made the bow again, as if to add, "This kind of thing, for instance." I glanced towards the centre of the room, where Miss Jellyby's lover, now engaged with single pupils, was undergoing greater drudgery than ever.
"My amiable child," murmured Mr.Turveydrop, adjusting his cravat.
"Your son is indefatigable," said I.
"It is my reward," said Mr.Turveydrop, "to hear you say so.

In some respects, he treads in the footsteps of his sainted mother.

She was a devoted creature.

But wooman, lovely wooman," said Mr.Turveydrop with very disagreeable gallantry, "what a sex you are!" I rose and joined Miss Jellyby, who was by this time putting on her bonnet.