"I like enthusiasm in every branch of art.
I never care to paint a portrait, unless I adore the woman I am painting." Jane smiled.

The conversation was turning exactly the way she had hoped eventually to lead it.
"Dal, dear," she said, "you adore so many in turn, that we old friends, who have your real interest at heart, fear you will never adore to any definite purpose." Garth laughed.

"Oh bother!" he said.

"Are you like all the rest?
Do you also think adoration and admiration must necessarily mean marriage.

I should have expected you to take a saner and more masculine view." "My dear boy," said Jane, "your friends have decided that you need a wife.