"He's an American savage. I believe he's an Indian."
"I'm sure I don't see any thing savage in him. He's as gentle and as kind as he can be. And he's so awfully fond of me."
"Think how he burst in here, forcing his way in, and taking possession of the house. And then poor dear aunty! Oh, how she was shocked and horrified!"
"It's because he is so awfully fond of me, and was so perfectly crazy to see me."
"And then, just as I was beginning to persuade him to go away quietly, to think of you coming down!"
"Well, I couldn't bear to have him so sad, when he saved my life, and so I just thought I'd show myself, so as to put him at ease."
"A pretty way to show yourself—to let a great, horrid man treat you so."
"Well, that's what they all do," said Minnie, plaintively. "I'm sure I can't help it."
"Oh dear! was there ever such a child! Why, Minnie darling, you must know that such things are very, very ill-bred, and very, very indelicate and unrefined. And then, think how he came forcing himself upon us when we were driving. Couldn't he see that he wasn't wanted? No, he's a savage. And then, how he kept giving us all a history of his life. Every body could hear him, and people stared so that it was really quite shocking."
"Oh, that's because he is so very, very frank. He has none of the deceit of society, you know, Kitty darling."