He might not know, but he would admire all the same." "Possibly," I said, with patience.

I was not greatly interested in Theobald's point of view.

I might have altered in my cousin's eyes; but he had hardly altered to me from the boy with whom I went climbing and skating in the old days.

I could not imagine myself having any sentimentality about Theobald.
"Mademoiselle is too sensible for her years," said Louise; and I was conscious of a subtle disparagement in the speech.
"I am not sensible at all, Louise," I answered, with some indignation.
"I am not sensible where grandpapa is concerned, nor grandmamma, I tremble if grandpapa is a little later on a hunting day than we expect him, or on Wednesday when the petty sessions are on at Quinn.

I am terrified about grandmamma if her finger aches; and I lie awake at night imagining all the terrible things that could befall them." "Ah, that is affectionateness.