A savage in good sooth! You see, my Emmy, I could not house with the "companionable person" you hint at.

The poles can never come together till the earth is crushed.

She would find my habits intolerable, and I hers contemptible, though we might both be companionable persons.

My dear, I could not even live with myself.

My blessed little quill, which helps me divinely to live out of myself, is and must continue to be my one companion.