This is a favorite paragraph of mine: "He had found her agitated and low. Frank Churchill was a villain. He heard her declare that she had never loved him. Frank Churchill's character was not desperate. She was his own Emma, by hand and word, when they returned into the house; and if he could have thought of Frank Churchill then, he might have deemed him a very good sort of fellow."
Is our solid, strong, thoughtful, level-headed hero a bit giddy and lighthearted? (Not that he doesn't deserve it.) I think it's pretty endearing...