"The airs the fellow gives himself!" said my informant, shaking her head at old Mr. Turveydrop with speechless indignation as he drew on his tight gloves, of course unconscious of the homage she was rendering. "He fully believes he is one of the aristocracy! And he is so condescending to the son he so egregiously deludes that you might suppose him the most virtuous of parents. Oh!" said the old lady, apostrophizing him with infinite vehemence. "I could bite you!"

"The airs the fellow gives himself!" said my informant, shaking her head with indignation. "He fully believes he is one of the aristocracy! And he is so condescending to his son. Oh! I could bite you!"
