But they were good friends, and, from the social point of view, important.

He would set them to work at once.
These things should be chiefly managed by women.
But no patronage! She would never bear that, the glancing proud creature.

She must guess, indeed, let him tread as delicately as he might, that he and others were at work for her.

But oh! she should be softly handled; as far as he could achieve it, she should, in a very little while, live and breathe compassed with warm airs of good-will and consideration.
He felt himself happy, amazingly happy, that at the very beginning of his love, it should thus be open to him, in these trivial, foolish ways, to please and befriend her.

Her social dilemma and discomfort one moment, indeed, made him sore for her; the next, they were a kind of joy, since it was they gave him this opportunity to put out a strong right arm.
Everything about her at this moment was divine and lovely to him; all the qualities of her rich uneven youth which she had shown in their short intercourse--her rashness, her impulsiveness, her generosity.