There is not a sign of the perturbation of feeling, of the stirring of the soul, that was afterwards so painfully elicited by another influence.

"The dear object," he writes to his brother, "you must like.

Her sense, polite manners, and, to you I may say, beauty, you will much admire.

She possesses sense far superior to half the people of our acquaintance, and her manners are Mrs.Moutray's." The same calm, measured tone pervades all his mention of her to others.

His letters to herself, on the other hand, are often pleasing in the quiet, simple, and generally unaffected tenderness which inspires them.