And besides all this, I am afraid, Mama, he has no real taste.

Music seems scarcely to attract him, and though he admires Elinor's drawings very much, it is not the admiration of a person who can understand their worth.

It is evident, in spite of his frequent attention to her while she draws, that in fact he knows nothing of the matter.

He admires as a lover, not as a connoisseur.

To satisfy me, those characters must be united.