"Scarcely; save in the sense of being uncle to a duke.

"Scarcely; save in the sense of being uncle to a duke.
Does she suppose him of ducal value?"
I mean that your friend there isn't really anything.
"And Aunt Maud—why shouldn't *she* know?
Well, it had all risen for Densher to a considerable interest.
She doesn't resemble me," said Kate, "who at least know what I lose."
"Precisely.
That," Densher laughed, "is her reason for liking *me*."
"I see.
Milly, it's true," she said, to be exact, "has no natural sense of social values, doesn't in the least understand our differences or know who's who or what's what."
He's not, compared with other possibilities, 'in' it.
"Mercy, no—far from it.
"You scarcely call him, I suppose, one of the dukes."
Yet he stuck a minute to the subject.
It had made her again impatient.
"Ah you know what I hold about that poor girl!"
To which he added: "You absolutely hold that that poor girl doesn't?"
"Oh!" Densher answered with a sound like his lordship's own.
"Don't care for Lord Mark."
"Don't say too much?"