'You think always of him, and like him better than you do me!' 'No, indeed, Elfride.

The feeling is different quite.

But I do like him, and he deserves even more affection from me than I give.' 'You are not nice now, and you make me as jealous as possible!' she exclaimed perversely.

'I know you will never speak to any third person of me so warmly as you do to me of him.' 'But you don't understand, Elfride,' he said with an anxious movement.
'You shall know him some day.

He is so brilliant--no, it isn't exactly brilliant; so thoughtful--nor does thoughtful express him--that it would charm you to talk to him.