"I can't understand how you became fond of Mrs.Farnaby.Perhaps it began in sympathy and compassion ?" Just think of that, from a young Englishman! He went on confessing his perplexities, as if we had known one another from childhood.

"I am a little surprised to see Mrs.Farnaby present at parties of this sort; I should have thought she would have stayed in her own room." "That's just what she objects to do," I answered; "She says people will report that her husband is ashamed of her, or that she is not fit to be seen in society, if she doesn't appear at the parties--and she is determined not to be misrepresented in that way." Can you understand my talking to him with so little reserve?
It is a specimen, Cecilia, of the odd manner in which my impulses carry me away, in this man's company.

He is so nice and gentle--and yet so manly.

I shall be curious to see if you can resist him, with your superior firmness and knowledge of the world.
But the strangest incident of all I have not told you yet--feeling some hesitation about the best way of describing it, so as to interest you in what has deeply interested me.

I must tell it as plainly as I can, and leave it to speak for itself.
Who do you think has invited Amelius Goldenheart to luncheon?
Not Papa Farnaby, who only invites him to dinner.