Yet she loved him.

The case is not rare by any means, so that there is hope for all of us, from the meanest and most wriggling worm among us to the most hectoring ruffian.
"Why there, Lotty," he said, "that is what I like.

Now listen.

The old lady is a cake--do you understand?
She is a sponge, she swallows everything, and is ready to fall on your neck and cry over you for joy.

As for doubt or suspicion, not a word.