Almost insensibly, I find the constraint, the reserve, I have been wont to feel in his presence wear away; the politeness, the sweetness, with which he speaks to me, restore all my natural cheerfulness, and make me almost as easy as he is himself; and the more so, as, if I may judge by his looks, I am rather raised, than sunk, of late in his opinion.
I am not not merely easy, but gay in his presence: such is the effect of true politeness, that it banishes all restraint and embarrassment. When we walk out, he condescends to be my companion, and keeps by my side all the way we go. When we read, he marks the passages most worthy to be noticed, draws out my sentiments, and favours me with his own. At table, where he always sits next to me, he obliges me by a thousand nameless attentions.
A thousand occasional meetings could not have brought us to that degree of social freedom which four days spent under the same roof have.
Finally Evelina and Lord Orville get it on, sweeeeeeeet.
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