Dan did not know many women, young or old, and he found this encounter with Sylvia wholly agreeable, Sylvia being, as we know, seventeen, and not an offense to the eye.
"It was my grandfather, Professor Kelton, you came to see.

He's here with me now, but he's gone out to call on an old friend with Mrs.Owen." Every detail of Dan's visit to the cottage was clear in Sylvia's mind; callers had been too rare for there to be any dimness of memory as to the visit of the stranger, particularly when she had associated her grandfather's subsequent depression with his coming.
Dan felt that he should scrupulously avoid touching upon the visit to Montgomery otherwise than casually.

He was still bound in all honor to forget that excursion as far as possible.

This young person seemed very serious, and he was not sure that she was comfortable in his presence.
"It was a warm day, I remember, but cool and pleasant in your library.
I'm going to make a confession.

When you went off so kindly to find Professor Kelton I picked up the book you had been reading, and it quite laid me low.