She was rather short, but looked rather tall, from her even walk and way of carrying her head.

Her figure was neat, and her face clear-spoken, with straight pretty eyebrows, and calm bright eyes.

I felt that I could tell her almost any thing, and she would think before she talked of it.

And in my strong want of some woman to advise with--Betsy Bowen being very good but very narrow, and Mrs.Hockin a mere echo of the Major until he contradicted her, and Suan Isco, with her fine, large views, five thousand miles out of sight just now--this was a state of things to enhance the value of any good countenance feminine.
At any rate, I was so glad to see her that, being still ungraduated in the steps of rank (though beginning to like a good footing there), I ran up and took her by both hands, and fetched her out of her grand courtesy and into a low chair.

At this she was surprised, as one quick glance showed; and she thought me, perhaps, what is called in England "an impulsive creature." This put me again upon my dignity, for I never have been in any way like that, and I clearly perceived that she ought to understand a little more distinctly my character.
It is easy to begin with this intention, but very hard indeed to keep it up when any body of nice ways and looks is sitting with a proper deferential power of listening, and liking one's young ideas, which multiply and magnify themselves at each demand.