I can't be a lawyer; I don't understand--how do you call it ?--the American procedure.

Is there anything else?
There's nothing for a gentleman in America.

I should like to be a diplomatist; but American diplomacy--that's not for gentlemen either.

I'm sure if you had seen the last min--" Henrietta Stackpole, who was often with her friend when Mr.Rosier, coming to pay his compliments late in the afternoon, expressed himself after the fashion I have sketched, usually interrupted the young man at this point and read him a lecture on the duties of the American citizen.
She thought him most unnatural; he was worse than poor Ralph Touchett.
Henrietta, however, was at this time more than ever addicted to fine criticism, for her conscience had been freshly alarmed as regards Isabel.

She had not congratulated this young lady on her augmentations and begged to be excused from doing so.
"If Mr.Touchett had consulted me about leaving you the money," she frankly asserted, "I'd have said to him 'Never!" "I see," Isabel had answered.