He smiled so artistically.

He talked so fluently.

He humored all her whims, pitied all her complaints, and staid to dinner, eating her best preserves with a graciousness that made Mrs.
Anderson feel how great was his condescension.

For Mr.Humphreys, the singing-master, had looked at the comely face of Julia, and looked over Julia's shoulders at the broad acres beyond; and he thought that in Clark township he had not met with so fine a landscape, so nice a figure-piece.

And with the quick eye of a man of the world, he had measured Mrs.Anderson, and calculated on the ease with which he might complete the picture to suit his taste.
He staid to supper.