She likes him best alone.

And it's the way," said our young woman, "in which he best likes HER.

It's what I mean therefore by being 'placed.' And the great thing is, as they say, to 'know' one's place.
Doesn't it all strike you," she wound up, "as rather placing the Prince too ?" Fanny Assingham had at this moment the sense as of a large heaped dish presented to her intelligence and inviting it to a feast--so thick were the notes of intention in this remarkable speech.

But she also felt that to plunge at random, to help herself too freely, would--apart from there not being at such a moment time for it--tend to jostle the ministering hand, confound the array and, more vulgarly speaking, make a mess.

So she picked out, after consideration, a solitary plum.