You don't think me very shabby, eh ?" "Shabby ?" exclaimed Charlotte softly, for whom Felix represented the most polished and iridescent qualities of mankind.
"I don't mean in my appearance," rejoined Felix, laughing; for Charlotte was looking at his boots.

"I mean in my conduct.

You don't think it 's an abuse of hospitality ?" "To--to care for Gertrude ?" asked Charlotte.
"To have really expressed one's self.

Because I have expressed myself, Charlotte; I must tell you the whole truth--I have! Of course I want to marry her--and here is the difficulty.

I held off as long as I could; but she is such a terribly fascinating person! She 's a strange creature, Charlotte; I don't believe you really know her." Charlotte took up her tapestry again, and again she laid it down.