'I--I wish to tell you.

I would not let Flora--Miss Gilchrist, I mean--come to-day.

I wished to see more of you myself.

I trust you are not offended: you know, one should be careful about strangers.' I approved his caution, and he took himself away: leaving me in a mixture of contrarious feelings, part ashamed to have played on one so gullible, part raging that I should have burned so much incense before the vanity of England; yet, in the bottom of my soul, delighted to think I had made a friend--or, at least, begun to make a friend--of Flora's brother.
As I had half expected, both made their appearance the next day.

I struck so fine a shade betwixt the pride that is allowed to soldiers and the sorrowful humility that befits a captive, that I declare, as I went to meet them, I might have afforded a subject for a painter.