But after she met Bartley she pretended to like it, and said it was a good thing to be reminded that there were things going on in the world.

She loved life, and Bartley brought a great deal of it in to her when he came to the house.

Aunt Eleanor was very worldly in a frank, Early-Victorian manner.

She liked men of action, and disliked young men who were careful of themselves and who, as she put it, were always trimming their wick as if they were afraid of their oil's giving out.
MacKeller, Bartley's first chief, was an old friend of my aunt, and he told her that Bartley was a wild, ill-governed youth, which really pleased her very much.

I remember we were sitting alone in the dusk after Bartley had been there for the first time.