I should have hunted you up long ago, and given you a solid bank account, only I knew that the son of my aunt must necessarily be a gentleman, and, therefore, would not look favorably upon such a proceeding." "Thank you," said I.

The fellow pleased me.
"And then, I did not know but what you cared nothing for money." "True.

A journalist doesn't care anything about money; the life is too easy and pleasant, and most of the things he needs are thrown in, as they say." This bit of sarcasm did not pass; my cousin laughed again that merry laugh of his.
"I think we shall become great friends," he said.

"I like frankness." "My remark in its literal sense was the antithesis of frankness." "Ah, you said too much not to be frank.

Frankness is one of the reasons why I do not get on well with the women.