I wish I could follow the processes of her change from the hour of our parting, and see how I passed from what I was to her to what I am now.

She does not seem to forget or ignore the past.

She is not conventional, and never was; hence, friendship may not mean what it does to so many of her sex and age--a little moony sentiment blended with calculation as to a fellow's usefulness.

If we could enjoy something of the good-comradeship that obtains between man and man, she is the one woman of the world with whom I should covet the relation.

Stella, in herself, is all that I could ask for a wife, but I don't like her family much better than Henry does.