Felix declared that he would willingly spend his life in the bosom of the Wentworth family; that they were the kindest, simplest, most amiable people in the world, and that he had taken a prodigious fancy to them all.

The Baroness quite agreed with him that they were simple and kind; they were thoroughly nice people, and she liked them extremely.

The girls were perfect ladies; it was impossible to be more of a lady than Charlotte Wentworth, in spite of her little village air.

"But as for thinking them the best company in the world," said the Baroness, "that is another thing; and as for wishing to live porte-a-porte with them, I should as soon think of wishing myself back in the convent again, to wear a bombazine apron and sleep in a dormitory." And yet the Baroness was in high good humor; she had been very much pleased.

With her lively perception and her refined imagination, she was capable of enjoying anything that was characteristic, anything that was good of its kind.