"Is he likely to marry, uncle?"
"I hope so, my dear."
"Will he be so very rich?"
"Yes; ultimately he will be very rich."
"He will be a baronet, will he not?"
"Yes, my dear."
"What is he like, uncle?"
"Like—I never know what a young man is like. He is like a man with red hair."
"Uncle, you are the worst hand in describing I ever knew. If I'd seen him for five minutes, I'd be bound to make a portrait of him; and you, if you were describing a dog, you'd only say what colour his hair was."
"Well, he's a little man."