And so it is ever with your book-worm women pretending to be philosophical! You sound them vainly for a manifestation of the commonest human sensibilities, They turn over the leaves of a Latin book on their laps while you are supplicating them to assist in a work of charity! Lady Wathin's interjectory notes haunted Emma's ear.

Yet she had seen nothing in Tony to let her suppose that there was trouble of her heart below the surface; and her Tony when she came to Copsley shone in the mood of the day of Lord Dannisburgh's drive down from London with her.
She was running on a fresh work; talked of composition as a trifle.
'I suppose the YOUNG MINISTER is Mr.Percy Dacier ?' said Emma.
'Between ourselves he is,' Diana replied, smiling at a secret guessed.
'You know my model and can judge of the likeness.' 'You write admiringly of him, Tony.' 'And I do admire him.

So would you, Emmy, if you knew him as well as I do now.

He pairs with Mr.Redworth; he also is the friend of women.

But he lifts us to rather a higher level of intellectual friendship.