"A very good notion. Nothing is worse than commonplace people. Indulge me, Daisy."
So I thought I had better.
"Dr. Sandford—if you will indulge me. What is your notion of dignity?"
He passed his hand over his hair, with a comical face. It was a very fine face, as I knew long ago; even a noble face. A steady, clear, blue eye like his, gives one a sure impression of power in the character, and of sweetness, too. I was glad he had asked me the question, but I waited for him to answer mine first.
"My notion of dignity!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe I have any, Daisy."
"No, but we are talking seriously."
"Very. We always are when you are one of the talkers."
"Then please explain your notion of dignity."
"I know it when I see it," said the doctor; "but faith! I don't know what makes it."
"Yes, but you think some people, or some classes, are set up above others."