Margaret at first astonished and repelled us by a complacency that seemed the most assured since the days of Scaliger.
She spoke, in the quietest manner, of the girls she had formed, the young men who owed everything to her, the fine companions she had long ago exhausted In the coolest way, she said to her friends,
I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.
In vain, on one occasion, I professed my reverence for a youth of genius, and my curiosity in his future,—
O no, she was intimate with his mind,
and I “ spoiled him, by overrating him.”
Meantime, we knew that she neither had seen, not would see, his subtle superiorities.