"There are a great many words to express that idea," he said; "you can take your choice!" "Oh, I mean," said Babcock, "was she possibly not to be considered in a different light?
Don't you think she really expected him to marry her ?" "I am sure I don't know," said Newman.

"Very likely she did; I have no doubt she is a grand woman." And he began to laugh again.
"I didn't mean that either," said Babcock, "I was only afraid that I might have seemed yesterday not to remember--not to consider; well, I think I will write to Percival about it." And he had written to Percival (who answered him in a really impudent fashion), and he had reflected that it was somehow, raw and reckless in Newman to assume in that off-hand manner that the young woman in Paris might be "grand." The brevity of Newman's judgments very often shocked and discomposed him.

He had a way of damning people without farther appeal, or of pronouncing them capital company in the face of uncomfortable symptoms, which seemed unworthy of a man whose conscience had been properly cultivated.

And yet poor Babcock liked him, and remembered that even if he was sometimes perplexing and painful, this was not a reason for giving him up.

Goethe recommended seeing human nature in the most various forms, and Mr.Babcock thought Goethe perfectly splendid.