She was not, perhaps, aware that etiquette should have closed her lips upon the subject until after Bressant had spoken to the professor; at all events, she had no intention of delegating or postponing her confidence.
"He seemed quite well when I left him.

I have been having a--talk with him, papa." "He begins to show the effects of being talked to by you, my dear.
You're a wise little woman in some ways, that's certain! and have done him good in more ways than one," said papa, with parental complacency.
Sophie shrank at this, remembering how lately she had fed herself with the same idea.

She had learned a great deal about herself since discovering how little of herself she knew.
"He is a--man!" said she, trying to throw into the word an expression of its best and loftiest meaning.

"I can do very little to help him." "Hope to see him a man some day, my dear," returned the professor, gathering his eyebrows.

"Has a great many faults at present.