I wondered what you thought of me, or if you ever thought of me, and resolved to find this out. "I resumed my notice of you. There was something glad in your glance, and genial in your manner, when you conversed: I saw you had a social heart; it was the silent schoolroom--it was the tedium of your life--that made you mournful.
Yo quería saber lo que pensabas de mí -y ante todo si pensabas en mí- y pronto averigüé que no me engañaba por la alegría de tu mirada y hasta por tus modales cuando conversabas conmigo.