Whatever was strange and eccentric had an irresistible charm for Ernest Maltravers.

And agreeably to this disposition, he now revolved an idea that enchanted his mobile and fantastic philosophy.

He himself would educate this charming girl--he would write fair and heavenly characters upon this blank page--he would act the Saint Preux to this Julie of Nature.

Alas, he did not think of the result which the parallel should have suggested.

At that age, Ernest Maltravers never damped the ardour of an experiment by the anticipation of consequences.
"So," he said, after a short reverie, "so you would like to live with me?
But, Alice, we must not fall in love with each other." "I don't understand, sir." "Never mind," said Maltravers, a little disconcerted.
"I always wished to go into service." "Ha!" "And you would be a kind master." Maltravers was half disenchanted.
"No very flattering preference," thought he: "so much the safer for us.
Well, Alice, it shall be as you wish.