We both took a liking to him from the first.

He was a handsome young man, with light hair and florid complexion, and with a frank ingratiating manner--a little sad and subdued, in consequence, no doubt, of his enforced separation from his beloved young lady at Wurzburg.

My aunt, with her customary kindness and consideration, offered him a room next to mine, in place of his room in Mr.Hartrey's house.

"My nephew David speaks German; and he will help to make your life among us pleasant to you." With those words our good mistress left us together.
Fritz opened the conversation with the easy self-confidence of a German student.
"It is one bond of union between us that you speak my language," he began.

"I am good at reading and writing English, but I speak badly.