"My dear Charles, I have never been introduced to her."
"How formal, to be sure! She would be so glad if we went; she would love you directly,—everybody does."
"I do not wish they should, Charles. You must know very well I had better keep away. I do not belong to the class, and if she lives alone, she of course prefers not to be intruded upon by strangers."
"Of course not, generally. I am sure she ought not to live alone. She must be wanting somebody to speak to sometimes."
"You are determined she shall have you, at all events."
"Oh, no! I am nothing to her, I know; but I can sing, so she likes me to go."
"I suppose she is quite a woman, Charles?"
"Oh, yes! she is fourteen."
"My dear Charles, she cannot live alone. She is but a child, then; I thought her so much older than that."
"Oh! did not Mr. Davy say so the other night?"