And, do you know, I was not disappointed at all in what I saw of writers of books in London; no, not at all.

Carlyle, for instance, I liked infinitely more in his personality than I expected to like him, and I saw a great deal of him, for he travelled with us to Paris and spent several evenings with us, we three together.

He is one of the most interesting men I could imagine even, deeply interesting to me; and you come to understand perfectly, when you know him, that his bitterness is only melancholy, and his scorn sensibility.

Highly picturesque too he is in conversation.

The talk of writing men is very seldom as good.
And, do you know, I was much taken, in London, with a young authoress, Geraldine Jewsbury.