Joan, the experience was thrilling, positively electrifying--Glamour--personal magnetism....

You couldn't possibly understand unless you knew HIM.

Descriptions are so hopeless.

I'll leave him to your imagination.
By the way, Molly annoyed me horribly the other day.

"You know, dear," she had the audacity to remark, "he's not of OUR class, and if you married him, you'd have to give up US! For could you suppose," she went on to say, "that Chris and Mama--to say nothing of Aunt Eliza--would tolerate an adventurer who tells tall stories about buried treasure and native rebellions and expects one to be amused!" OUR CLASS! Oh, how I detest the label! And that unspeakably dreadful idea of social sheep and goats--and the unfathomable abyss between Suburbia and Belgravia! Though I frankly own that to me Suburbia represents the Absolutely Impossible.