You have been gradually learning to know Iris, through the wisest and sweetest letters that were ever written, for a whole year.

You gradually began to know her, in fact, when you first began to interlard your letters with conceited revelations about yourself.

You knew her to be sympathetic, quick, and of a most kind and tender heart.

You are quite sure, though you try to disguise the fact, that she is as honest as the day, and as true as steel.

As for her not being a lady, you ought to be ashamed of yourself for even thinking such a thing.