I feel this to be the case, for instance, when I say that she had primarily detected such an aid to advancement in the person of Robert Acton, but that she had afterwards remembered that a prudent archer has always a second bowstring.

Eugenia was a woman of finely-mingled motive, and her intentions were never sensibly gross.
She had a sort of aesthetic ideal for Clifford which seemed to her a disinterested reason for taking him in hand.

It was very well for a fresh-colored young gentleman to be ingenuous; but Clifford, really, was crude.

With such a pretty face he ought to have prettier manners.

She would teach him that, with a beautiful name, the expectation of a large property, and, as they said in Europe, a social position, an only son should know how to carry himself.
Once Clifford had begun to come and see her by himself and for himself, he came very often.