I couldn't wonder at that, for it was mellow and full and gave great importance to every word he uttered.

He listened to himself with obvious satisfaction and sometimes gently beat time to his own music with his head or rounded a sentence with his hand.

I was very much impressed by him--even then, before I knew that he formed himself on the model of a great lord who was his client and that he was generally called Conversation Kenge.
"Mr.Jarndyce," he pursued, "being aware of the--I would say, desolate--position of our young friend, offers to place her at a first-rate establishment where her education shall be completed, where her comfort shall be secured, where her reasonable wants shall be anticipated, where she shall be eminently qualified to discharge her duty in that station of life unto which it has pleased--shall I say Providence ?--to call her." My heart was filled so full, both by what he said and by his affecting manner of saying it, that I was not able to speak, though I tried.
"Mr.Jarndyce," he went on, "makes no condition beyond expressing his expectation that our young friend will not at any time remove herself from the establishment in question without his knowledge and concurrence.

That she will faithfully apply herself to the acquisition of those accomplishments, upon the exercise of which she will be ultimately dependent.

That she will tread in the paths of virtue and honour, and--the--a--so forth." I was still less able to speak than before.
"Now, what does our young friend say ?" proceeded Mr.Kenge.