I am not the kind of person to afford her entertainment.

I do not belong to her world of opulence, and if even I desired it, which the gods forbid, my means would not enable me to make the necessary display.
My uncle, thinking to retrieve the fallen fortunes of the title, amassed enormous wealth as a company promoter, while I, on whom the title has descended, am perfectly contented with its fallen fortunes.

I have scarcely a thought or taste in common with my aunt.

In fact, I must bore her exceedingly.

Yet she hides her boredom beneath a radiant countenance and leads me to understand that my society gives her inexpressible joy.
I wonder why.
She is always be-guide-philosopher-and-friending me.