He is just as full of culture as he can live.

But it seems strange how many different sorts there are.
There are two of the English who I suppose are very cultivated too; but it doesn't seem as if I could enter into theirs so easily, though I try all I can.

I do love their way of speaking, and sometimes I feel almost as if it would be right to give up trying to learn French, and just try to learn to speak our own tongue as these English speak it.

It isn't the things they say so much, though these are often rather curious, but it is in the way they pronounce, and the sweetness of their voice.

It seems as if they must _try_ a good deal to talk like that; but these English that are here don't seem to try at all, either to speak or do anything else.
They are a young lady and her brother.