"You manage these so gracefully, one scarcely misses your feet." "But Ernest, dear Ernest," interrupted she, "let us talk of him.

You must not be influenced too much by my mother's words.

She adores him, but her standard of perfection is so exalted few can attain it.

The very excess of her love makes her alive to his defects.

She knows your vivid imagination, and fears my lavish praises will lead you to expect a being of super-human excellence.