Agnes says 'No,' but I say 'Yes,' and tell her that she little thinks what stores of knowledge have been mastered by the wonderful Being, at whose place she thinks I, even I, weak aspirant, may arrive in time.

He is not my private friend and public patron, as Steerforth was, but I hold him in a reverential respect.

I chiefly wonder what he'll be, when he leaves Doctor Strong's, and what mankind will do to maintain any place against him.
But who is this that breaks upon me?
This is Miss Shepherd, whom I love.
Miss Shepherd is a boarder at the Misses Nettingalls' establishment.

I adore Miss Shepherd.

She is a little girl, in a spencer, with a round face and curly flaxen hair.