"Ah, then, I have a poor opinion of him," said Gwendolen, shaking her head.
"You saw him at Leubronn--young Deronda--a young fellow with the Mallingers."
Gwendolen felt as if her heart were making a sudden gambol, and her fingers, which tried to keep a firm hold on her work, got cold.
"I never spoke to him," she said, dreading any discernible change in herself. "Is he not disagreeable?"
"No, not particularly," said Grandcourt, in his most languid way. "He thinks a little too much of himself. I thought he had been introduced to you."

You saw him at Leubronn - young Deronda - with the Mallingers."
Gwendolen felt as if her heart made a sudden jump. "I never spoke to him," she said, dreading to show any change. "Is he not disagreeable?"
"Not particularly," said Grandcourt languidly. "He thinks a little too much of himself. I thought he had been introduced to you."
