Is there steadiness, do you think, and depth, and reliableness altogether?
What impression does he make among those who have known him longest?
Dearest Fanny, do nothing in haste.
Now I am going to tell you something which has vexed me, and continues to vex me.

The clock.

If you knew Robert, you never would have asked him.

He has a sort of mania about shops, and won't buy his own gloves.
He bought a pair of boots the other day (because I went down on my knees to ask him, and the water was running in through his soles), and he will not soon get over it.

Without exaggeration, he would rather leap down among the lions after your glove, as the knight of old, than walk into a shop for you.