With a bishop indeed who thought much of his own dignity it was possible that he might fail, but hardly with a young and pretty woman.

He possessed the tact of becoming instantly intimate with women without giving rise to any fear of impertinence.

He had about him somewhat of the propensities of a tame cat.

It seemed quite natural that he should be petted, caressed, and treated with familiar good nature, and that in return he should purr, and be sleek and graceful, and above all never show his claws.

Like other tame cats, however, he had his claws, and sometimes made them dangerous.
When tea was over, Charlotte went to the open window and declared loudly that the full harvest moon was much too beautiful to be disregarded, and called them all to look at it.