His enthusiasm was reserved for Italian scenery.

She had already formed a sort of estimate of his character, as an indifferent observer may do, and any woman previous to the inflaming of her imagination, if that is in store for her; and she now fell to work resetting the puzzle it became as soon her positive conclusions had to be shaped again.

'But women never can know young men,' she wrote to Emma, after praising his good repute as one of the brotherhood.

'He drops pretty sentences now and then: no compliments; milky nuts.

Of course he has a head, or he would not be where he is--and that seems always to me the most enviable place a young man can occupy.' She observed in him a singular conflicting of a buoyant animal nature with a curb of studiousness, as if the fardels of age were piling on his shoulders before youth had quitted its pastures.
His build of limbs and his features were those of the finely-bred English; he had the English taste for sports, games, manly diversions; and in the bloom of life, under thirty, his head was given to bend.