He was not a proper companion.

I would never allow him to walk with me again.
"Are you not familiar enough with my light, mocking way, Gabriella ?" he cried, keeping pace with my accelerated steps.

"Do not you know me well enough to understand when I am serious and when jesting?
I have never professed fraternal regard, because I know a brother cannot feel half the--the interest for you that I do.

I thought you knew it,--I dare not say more,--I cannot say less." "No, no, do not say any more," said I, shrinking with indefinable dread; "I do not want any professions.

I meant not to call them forth.