"Not one bit"
"It's good to have anyone love one like that," said he, lighting a cigarette.
"He draws it from me," said Cerise.
"Well, I must say he's more likeable as he is than as he was; you should have seen him before he got young, Cerise."
"He was always good," said she, as though speaking from sure knowledge; "always good and kind and sweet."
"He managed to hide it," said Bobby.
"Ah yes—maybe so—there are many old gentlemen who seem rough and not nice, and then underneath it is different."
"How would you like to marry uncle?" asked he, laughing.
"If he were young outside as he is young inside of him—why, then I do not know. I might—I might not."
Then the unfortunate young man, forgetting all things, even the approaching Julia, let his voice fall half a tone; he wandered from Uncle; Simon into the question of the beauty of the roses.