“You've never surprised me but once, and that's to-day—in presenting me with a pretty cousin whose existence I had never suspected.»
«Do you think her so very pretty?»
«Very pretty indeed; but I don't insist upon that. It's her general air of being some one in particular that strikes me.
Who is this rare creature, and what is she? Where did you find her, and how did you make her acquaintance?»
«I found her in an old house at Albany, sitting in a dreary room on a rainy day, reading a heavy book and boring herself to death.”