She'll be all right as soon as she has forgiven me." He was not only bad, she told herself, he was perfectly shameless.

He appeared to have been born without the faintest sense of responsibility.
And yet, while Gabriella listened to him, she realized that, in some ways, he might be a less trying companion than poor Jane.

His candour was as simple, as unaffected, as the serene artlessness of a child.

It was impossible not to believe in his sincerity.

Though she "despised him," as she told herself, still she was obliged to admit that there was something to be said on his side.