I could get over anything but this impression of bare blank ignorance which she makes upon me.

And as things are at present, it is impossible that she should learn.

It might be interesting to have the teaching of her! But it could only be done by some one with whom she came naturally into frequent contact.

Nobody could thrust himself in upon her.
And she seems to know very few people who could be of any use to her.' On another occasion he came across her in the afternoon at Mrs.Stuart's.
The conversation turned upon his sister, Madame de Chateauvieux, for whom Mrs.Stuart had a warm but very respectful admiration.

They had met two or three times in London, and Madame de Chateauvieux's personal distinction, her refinement, her information, her sweet urbanity of manner, had made a great impression upon the lively little woman, who, from the lower level of her own more commonplace and conventional success in society, felt an awe-struck sympathy for anything so rare, so unlike the ordinary type.