It was better, she thought, to let him tell his story; but his mode of telling it was not without its efficacy.

It was not the simple praise which made its way with her but a certain tone in the words which seemed to convince her that they were true.

If he had really found her, or fancied her to be what he said, there was a manliness in his telling her so in the plainest words that pleased her much.
"I know," continued he, "that this is a very bald way of telling--of pleading--my cause; but I don't know whether a bald way may not be the best, if it can only make itself understood to be true.

Of course, Miss Rowley, you know what I mean.

As I said before, you have all those things which not only make me love you, but which make me like you also.