I found in my companion one who was in every way delightful.

Widely read, she was able to converse about books she loved, and possessing a mind that was untrammelled by society notions, it was refreshing to hear her talk.

Far removed from the giddy society girl, she was yet full of mirth and pleasantness.

Ready witted, she was quick at repartee; and possessing a keen sense of humour, she saw enjoyment in that which to many would be commonplace.
Only one thing marred my happiness.

That was the memory of a cruel look which rested on Voltaire's face as we went away together.