She was amusingly conscious of her victory over his contempt of a woman-clerk and his preconceived opinion of her unpractical eccentricity.
"Let me alone," said she, one day when she came in to sit awhile with me.
"That man is a good man--a sensible man--and I have no doubt he is a good lawyer; but he can't fathom women yet.

I make no doubt he'll go back to Warwick, and never give credit again to those people who made him think me half-cracked to begin with.

O, my dear, he did! He showed it twenty times worse than my poor dear master ever did.

It was a form to be gone through to please my lady, and, for her sake, he would hear my statements and see my books.

It was keeping a woman out of harm's way, at any rate, to let her fancy herself useful.