"I don't in the least remember. It does not in the least signify now, but it was such a bad letter."
"I daresay it was very nice."
"It was terribly stiff, and all about a gentleman."
"All about a gentleman! What do you mean, my dear?"
"Gentleman is such a frightful word to have to use to a gentleman; but I did not know what else to say. Mamma, if you please, we won't talk about it;—not about the letter I mean. As for him, I'll talk about him for ever if you like it. I don't mean to be a bit broken-hearted."
"It seems to me that he is a gentleman."
"Yes, mamma, that he is; and it is that which makes me so proud. When I think of it, I can hardly hold myself. But now I've told you everything, and I'll go away, and go to bed."