echoes Podsnap.
“Sir,” returns Twemlow, with his wristbands bristling a little, “ you repeat the word; I repeat the word. This lady. What else would you call her, if the gentleman were present?”
This being something in the nature of a poser for Podsnap, he merely waves it away with a speechless wave.
“I say,” resumes Twemlow, “if such feelings on the part of this gentleman, induced this gentleman to marry this lady, I think he is the greater gentleman for the action, and makes her the greater lady. I beg to say, that when I use the word, gentleman, I use it in the sense in which the degree may be attained by any man. The feelings of a gentleman I hold sacred, and I confess I am not comfortable when they are made the subject of sport or general discussion.”