He is the last person whom I would lightly name.

He has brilliant talents and a splendid position; but woe to the woman who places her happiness in his keeping.

He confides in no one,--so the world describes him,--is jealous and suspicious even in friendship;--what would he be in love ?" "I know not.

I care not,--only for his mother's and Edith's sake.

Again I say, he is nothing to me.