She, in her turn, had a great dread of passing for an idiot if she did not shew her appreciation of, and her resentment for, his conduct.

She felt uneasy in the midst of good company, precisely because she wished to appear thoroughly at home.

If I prattled away with some of my trilling nonsense, she would stare at me, and in her anxiety not to be thought stupid, she would laugh out of season.

Her oddity, her awkwardness, and her self-conceit gave me the desire to know her better, and I began to dance attendance upon her.
My attentions, important and unimportant, my constant care, ever my fopperies, let everybody know that I meditated conquest.

The husband was duly warned, but, with a great show of intrepidity, he answered with a joke every time he was told that I was a formidable rival.