In my opinion his figure is pleasing, his conversation sensible, and manners engaging.
Still He may have struck you differently: You may think him disagreeable, and ...'.
'Disagreeable?
Oh! dear Mother, how should I possibly think him so?
I should be very ungrateful were I not sensible of his kindness yesterday, and very blind if his merits had escaped me.

His figure is so graceful, so noble! His manners so gentle, yet so manly! I never yet saw so many accomplishments united in one person, and I doubt whether Madrid can produce his equal.' 'Why then were you so silent in praise of this Phoenix of Madrid?
Why was it concealed from me that his society had afforded you pleasure ?' 'In truth, I know not: You ask me a question which I cannot resolve myself.

I was on the point of mentioning him a thousand times: His name was constantly upon my lips, but when I would have pronounced it, I wanted courage to execute my design.

However, if I did not speak of him, it was not that I thought of him the less.' 'That I believe; But shall I tell you why you wanted courage?
It was because, accustomed to confide to me your most secret thoughts, you knew not how to conceal, yet feared to acknowledge, that your heart nourished a sentiment which you were conscious I should disapprove.
Come hither to me, my Child.' Antonia quitted her embroidery frame, threw herself upon her knees by the Sopha, and hid her face in her Mother's lap.
'Fear not, my sweet Girl! Consider me equally as your Friend and Parent, and apprehend no reproof from me.

I have read the emotions of your bosom; you are yet ill-skilled in concealing them, and they could not escape my attentive eye.