Wentworth liked to hear his own voice, and prosed stolidly on for hours with exquisite enjoyment and an eye to Fay's education at the same time, about his plans, his aspirations, his past life (not that he had had one), the hollowness of society (not that he knew anything about it), a man's need of solitude, and the solace of a woman's devotion, its softening effect on a life devoted hitherto, perhaps, too entirely to intellectual pursuits.
Fay did not listen to him very closely.

She felt that his mind soared beyond her ken.

But she was greatly impressed, and repeated little bits of what he had said to Magdalen afterwards.

And she looked at him with rapt adoration.
"Wentworth says that consideration in little things is what makes the happiness of married life," she would announce pontifically.
"How true!" "And he says social life ought to be simplified." "Indeed! Does he happen to mention how it is to be done ?" "He says it ought to be regulated, and that everyone ought to be at liberty to lead their own life, and not to be expected to attend cricket matches and garden parties, if you are so constituted that you don't find pleasure in them.

I used to think I liked garden parties, Magdalen, but I see I don't now.