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 I find myself more and more interested in him. It is not, I am sure, his  -do you know any good noun corresponding to the adjective “handsome”? One does not like to say “beauty” when speaking of a man. He is beautiful enough, Heaven knows; I should not even care to trust you with him –faithfulest of all possible wives that you are -when he looks his best, as he always does.

Nor do I think the fascination of his manner has much to do with is undefinable. I fancy I know how my gentleman produces many of his effects and could perhaps give him a pointer on heightening them. Nevertheless, his manner is something truly delightful. I suppose what interests me chiefly is the man’s brains. His conversation is the best I have ever heard and altogether unlike any one else’s. He seems to know everything, as indeed he ought, for he has been everywhere, read everything, seen all there is to see -sometimes I think rather more than is good for him- and had acquaintance with the queerest people. 

And then his voice, when I hear it I actually feel as if I ought to have paid at the door, though of course it is my own door.