“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is
too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”
“My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners—my behaviour to you was at
least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you
pain than not. Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?”
“For the liveliness of your mind, I did.”