She thought him to be a fine manly young fellow with a good heart and high principles.

She never asked herself whether he were or were not a gentleman.

She had never even inquired of herself whether she herself were or were not especially a lady.

But with all her efforts to like the man,--because she thought that by doing so she would relieve and please her father,--yet he was distasteful to her; and now, since that walk home with him from Bragton Bridge, he was more distasteful than ever.
She did not tell herself that a short visit, say for a month, to Cheltenham, would prevent his further attentions, but she felt that there would be a temporary escape.

I do not think that she dwelt much on the suggestion that Reginald Morton should be her companion on the journey,--but the idea of such companionship, even for a short time, was pleasant to her.