She was so different from the stereotyped young lady; her cleverness and originality amused him; and I am sure Uncle Max was equally surprised and pleased.
I could see Max was making strenuous efforts to be cheerful, but every now and then he relapsed into gravity.

After dinner I drew him aside a moment to speak to him about Jill: to my relief, he promised to be the bearer of a letter to Aunt Philippa.
'I want to go up to town for a day or two,' he said, 'and I may as well do this business for you.

How happy the child looks, Ursula! I wish you could keep her a little longer.

She is very much improved.

I had no idea that there was so much in her; she will be far more attractive than Sara when she has developed a moderate amount of vanity.' And I fully endorsed this opinion.
We went home early, for I could see Max was very tired, but both he and Mr.Tudor insisted on escorting us.