Whether you know it or not, I rode from London to Leeds with you yesterday, and I have thought ever since I should like to know you." She looked straight at me as if she would read my thoughts, and then said pleasantly, "I was on the point of asking you whether such was not the case.

I was not sure, because you had your travelling cap pulled over your face." "How strange, though, that we were both bound for the same place!" I said.
"Yes, it does seem remarkable; and yet it is not so wonderful, after all.

I am an old friend and schoolfellow of Emily Temple, while you, I am told, are an old friend and schoolfellow of her brother.

Thus nothing is more natural than that we should be invited to such a gathering as this." "Do you know any of the people who are here ?" I asked.
"I have met nearly all the young ladies, but only two of the gentlemen--Mr.Voltaire and Mr.Kaffar.I saw them on the Continent." "Indeed ?" I said, while I have no doubt a dark look passed over my face.
"Do you not like them ?" she asked.
"I do not know enough of either," I replied, "to give an answer reasonably, either in the affirmative or the negative.

I think my failing is to form hasty judgments concerning people, which, of course, cannot be fair." I said this rather stammeringly, while she watched me keenly.
"That means that you do not like them," she said.
"Are you quite justified in saying that ?" I replied, scarcely knowing what else to say.
"Quite," she said.