Where did the special intention separate from the habit of good manners?
Where did urbanity end and sincerity begin?
Newman asked himself these questions even while he stood ready to accept the admired object in all its complexity; he felt that he could do so in profound security, and examine its mechanism afterwards, at leisure.
"I am very glad to find you alone," he said.

"You know I have never had such good luck before." "But you have seemed before very well contented with your luck," said Madame de Cintre.

"You have sat and watched my visitors with an air of quiet amusement.

What have you thought of them ?" "Oh, I have thought the ladies were very elegant and very graceful, and wonderfully quick at repartee.

But what I have chiefly thought has been that they only helped me to admire you." This was not gallantry on Newman's part--an art in which he was quite unversed.