He's such a nice young gentleman, so clever and agreeable--and has such a distinguished look, my daughter." Mrs.Chapman expanded herself, while emphasizing the word distinguished.
She then filled the great arm-chair with her weighty person.

"To get prepared for company, and city company at that, and then have company not come!" she resumed, casting a glance at Mattie, to see if she could discern in her countenance what impression she had made.

But Mattie remained silent and thoughtful.
"It's not Mr.Gusher's fault, though.

We must charge it all to the storm, I suppose.

Then I did want you to see Mr.Gusher so much, my daughter.