His conversation was never wearisome, since he only spoke when he had something to say; and having said it, in the most concise and appropriate manner that suggested itself at the time, he was silent; and silence is a great and rare virtue at twenty years of age.
We talked a good deal about Wales; John had been there more than once in his journeyings; and this fact seemed to warm Miss March's manner, rather shy and reserved though it was, at least to him.

She told us many an innocent tale of her life there--of her childish days, and of her dear old governess, whose name, I remember, was Cardigan.

She seemed to have grown up solely under that lady's charge.

It was not difficult to guess--though I forget whether she distinctly told us so--that "poor mamma" had died so early as to become a mere name to her orphan daughter.

She evidently owed everything she was to this good governess.
"My dear," at last said Mr.March, rather testily, "you make rather too much of our excellent Jane Cardigan.