Odd that he never mentioned her here; but I don't suppose she made much impression on him.
She is not at all his style." "Did you have much more talk with her ?" he asked.
"No, nothing to be called talk.

She told me they were leaving London next week, and she was longing to get back to the country to her beloved animals--rabbits, poultry, an aviary, and all that kind of thing.

I should gather that they had kept her rather in the background this season, but I understand that the eldest sister is to be married in the winter, and then no doubt Miss Freda will be brought forward." He seemed wonderfully cheered by this opportune meeting, and though there was so little to tell he appeared to be quite content.

I left him on Monday in fairly good spirits, and did not come across him again till September, when his arm was well, and his novel finished and revised.

He never made two copies of his work, and I fancy this was perhaps because he spent so short a time each day in actual writing, and lived so continually in his work; moreover, as I said before, he detested penmanship.
The last part of 'Lynwood' far exceeded my expectations; perhaps--yet I don't really think so--I viewed it too favourably.