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Chapter 5-2
"Oh, I mean," said Babcock, "was she possibly not to be considered in a different light? Don't you think she really expected him to marry her?" "I am sure I don't know," said Newman. "Very likely she did; I have no doubt she is a grand woman." And he began to laugh again. "I didn't mean that either," said Babcock, "I was only afraid that I might have seemed yesterday not to remember—not to consider; well, I think I will write to Percival about it." And he had written to Percival (who answered him in a really impudent fashion), and he had reflected that it was somehow, raw and reckless in Newman to assume in that off-hand manner that the young woman in Paris might be "grand." The brevity of Newman's judgments very often shocked and discomposed him. He had a way of damning people without
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