It all just happened right, somehow.

Jean's beauty isn't for the multitude, nor her charm, and I wondered if she would appeal to you.

You have seen so many pretty girls, and have been almost surfeited with charm, and remained so calm that I wondered if you ever would fall in love.

The 'manoeuvring mamaws,' as Bella Bathgate calls the ladies with daughters to marry, quite lost hope where you were concerned; you never seemed to see their manoeuvres, poor dears....

And I was so thankful, for I didn't want you to marry the modern type of girl....