They would all feel interested in seeing and hearing how Richard Clyde sustained his proud distinction.
"Gabriella, especially," said Edith with a smile, which, sweet as it was, I thought extremely silly.

I blushed with vexation, when Ernest, lifting his grave eyes from his book, asked who was Richard Clyde.
"You have seen him when he was quite a youth," answered his mother, "but have probably forgotten him.

He is a young man of great promise, and has been awarded the first honors of his class.

I feel a deep interest in him for his own sake, and moreover I am indebted to him for my introduction to our own Gabriella." "Indeed!" repeated her son, and glancing towards me, his countenance lighted up with a sudden look of intelligence.
Why need Mrs.Linwood have said that?
Why need she have associated him so intimately and significantly with me?
And why could I not keep down the rising crimson, which might be attributed to another source than embarrassment?
I opened my lips to deny any interest in Richard beyond that of friendly acquaintanceship; but Mrs.Linwood's mild, serene, yet resolute eyes, beat mine down and choked my eager utterance.
Her eyes said as clearly as words could say, "what matters it to my son, how little or how great an interest you feel in Richard Clyde or any other person ?" "You must accompany us, Gabriella," she said, with great kindness.

"You have never witnessed this gathering of the literati of our State, and I know of no one who would enjoy it more.