Mrs.Hollenbeck was so pretty and her dress was so dainty, the dingy, stiff, old parlor filled me with dismay.

Fortunately, I did not think much of myself or my own dress.

But after a little, she put me at ease, that is, drew me out and made me feel like talking to her.
I admired her very much, but I did not feel any of the affection and quick cordiality with which Richard had inspired me.

I could tell that she was curious about me, and was watching me attentively, and though she was so charming that I felt flattered by her interest, I was not pleased when I remembered my interview with her.
"You are not at all like your brother," I said, glancing in her face with frankness.
"No ?" she said smilingly, and looking attentively at me with an expression which I did not understand.
And then she drew me on to speak of all his features, which I did with the utmost candor, showing great knowledge of the subject.
"And you," she said, "you do not look at all as I supposed.

You are not nearly so young--Richard told me you were quite a child.