And I always rather fancied that Mrs.Mandel--he's done so much for her, you know; and she is such a well-balanced, well-preserved person, and so lady-like and correct----" "Fulkerson had the word for her: academic.

She's everything that instruction and discipline can make of a woman; but I shouldn't think they could make enough of her to be in love with." "Well, I don't know.

The academic has its charm.

There are moods in which I could imagine myself in love with an academic person.

That regularity of line; that reasoned strictness of contour; that neatness of pose; that slightly conventional but harmonious grouping of the emotions and morals--you can see how it would have its charm, the Wedgwood in human nature?
I wonder where Mrs.Mandel keeps her urn and her willow." "I should think she might have use for them in that family, poor thing!" said Mrs.March.
"Ah, that reminds me," said her husband, "that we had another talk with the old gentleman, this afternoon, about Fulkerson's literary, artistic, and advertising orgie, and it's postponed till October." "The later the better, I should think," said Mrs.March, who did not really think about it at all, but whom the date fixed for it caused to think of the intervening time.