The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or philanthropy--never mind the name--is, that we know it is all meaningless.
It would be a new sensation, if the face which changed so beautifully for the whelp, would change for [me].
"He was quick enough to observe; he had a good memory, and did not forget a word of the brother's revelations. He interwove them with everything he saw of the sister, and he began to understand her"(136).
What you have done for him demands his constant love and gratitude, not his ill-humour and caprice. Careful fellow as I am, I am not so indifferent, Mrs. Bounderby, as to be regardless of this vice in your brother.
Tom, you are inconsiderate: you expect too much of your sister.
"There was a smile on Louisa's face that day, for someone else"(145).