(narrating) I had no drop again till the next day, for I was carried triumphantly through the following hours by my introduction to the younger of my pupils. The little girl who accompanied Mrs. Grose appeared to me on the spot a creature so charming as to make it a great fortune to have to do with her. She was the most beautiful child I had ever seen, and I afterward wondered that my employer had not told me more of her.

(to Mrs. Grose, referring to her experience meeting the children’s Uncle) Well, that, I think, is what I came for—to be carried away. I’m afraid, however, I’m rather easily carried away. I was carried away in London!

(to Mrs. Grose, describing the man she saw who disturbed her so much) He has red hair, very red, close-curling, and a pale face, long in shape, with straight, good features and little, rather whiskers that are as red as his hair. His eyebrows are, somehow, darker; they look particularly arched and as if they might move a good deal. His eyes are sharp, strange—awfully; but I only know clearly that they’re rather small and very fixed. His mouth’s wide, and his lips are thin, and except for his little whiskers he’s quite clean-shaven. He gives me a sort of sense of looking like an actor. 

It’s far worse than I dreamed – they’re lost!