The difficulty of describing the young lady doesn't perplex me like the difficulty of describing Mrs.Farnaby.I can see her now, as vividly as if she was present in the room.

I even remember (and this is astonishing in a man) the dress that she wore.

And yet I shrink from writing about her, as if there was something wrong in it.

Do me a kindness, good friend, and let me send off all these sheets of paper, the idle work of an idle morning, just as they are.

When I write next, I promise to be ashamed of my own capricious state of mind, and to paint the portrait of Miss Regina at full length.
In the mean while, don't run away with the idea that she has made a disagreeable impression upon me.